Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4) - Page 10

I glanced at the clock above my desk and almost screamed as my heart jumped into my throat.

“Oh my God, I’m late!”

“For?”

“I’m suppose to have dinner with my father and stepmother like ten minutes ago!”

My eyes darted to him, almost apologetically. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You have to go.”

I nodded. “You being here, this is so surreal.”

“I’ll be back for you, you know.”

I swallowed, shivering as the heat pulsed through me. “Back for me?”

“Tell me not to, Princess,” he said quietly. “Tell me not to come back and I won’t. Or else?”

He moved against me, and I moaned as his lips crashed into mine, kissing me fiercely.

“Or else there’s no way I’m ever walking away from you.”

This time, I kissed him, as hard as I could, with my heart soaring.

“When?” I panted. “When can I see you again?”

“Soon. And when I do, Princess?”

He reached down, and I bit my lip as he slowly pulled my panties up, pulling them tight against my pussy and letting the mix of his cum and my mine soak through them instantly.

“When I do, I’ll claim another part of you.”

I whimpered, my body trembling with raw desire for this man.

His lips brushed mine once more, and then suddenly, he was out my door and gone, leaving me to the inferno of my thoughts.

Chapter 6

Adele

I barely slept that night. I could barely even think about sleeping, my mind going a hundred miles an hour with everything that’d happened, and my body still tingling everywhere he’d touched me.

Everywhere he’d claimed me.

It was like a fire slowly engulfing me, and I had no desire to put it out.

Other duties kept me occupied the following day — going over paperwork for some of the foundations and charities I’d been setting up, a photoshoot for an upcoming royal festival my father was throwing. But through them all, I was just buzzing thinking about Damon, and the way the two of us just seemed to click together.

He was so much older, and not a royal, and so wrong for me in so many ways that people could list. Except I knew what I felt. I knew what I’d felt ten seconds after meeting him in the woods, and there was no denying that.

The thought of him — those dark fiery eyes, the dark scruff on his chiseled jaw, the rock hard body, and his huge cock — all of it had me in this constant state of tingling arousal all day. Through the meetings, and the photoshoots, and the luncheon I had to go to with some of the ladies of the court, the heat between my legs was the only thing at the front of my mind.

I craved his touch, and I wanted so much more of it.

It got so bad that after lunch, I’d excused myself to my quarters, and barely made it into my bed before my fingers hand slipped under my soaking wet panties to stroke through my wet lips. I’d moaned, laying back on my pillows with my dress around my waist and my panties tangled at my ankles, my fingers delving into my aching pussy and my thumb rolling in slow circles over my clit.

And all I was imagining was Damon.

I was imagining him doing more than using his hands the next time. I imagined his reserve snapping. I moaned into the room as I imagined him throwing me down on this very bed, tearing my clothes off, spreading my legs, and burying every single inch of his thick cock inside of me — taking my virginity.

And it was that thought, of the rough, masculine, older man from the woods just claiming what I knew was his to claim that pushed me over the edge. I buried my face in a pillow as I came, my legs squeezing tight together and my thumb blurring over my clit as I thought of Damon, and all the things I wanted him to show me.

I caught my breath after, my eyes opening as I looked up at the afternoon sun on the ceiling of my room. God, what was happening to me? Here it was one o’clock in the afternoon, and here I was, the royal Princess of Berne, shrugging off royal duties to run off to my room and masturbate to the thoughts of doing dirty, inappropriate things with a man twice my age.

And yet, I still couldn’t get him out of my head.

It was later that night, back in my bed after more meetings and more royal pleasantries, that I heard the door to my room creak open in the darkness. My eyes went wide, and I sat bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering.

“Told you I’d be back.”

The heat spread through my body as the smile crept over my face.

Damon.

He stepped out of the shadows by the door, the moonlight from my windows bathing him in a white glow. God he was gorgeous. Those dark eyes sparkling, that dark hair swept back from his face, the way his t-shirt stretched so tightly over those defined shoulders and biceps.

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