He spun me, and my heart leapt, my skin tingling as I let myself sink into him. I could feel that hot pulse between my legs again, the raw, animalistic masculinity of him like some sort of drug I was immediately hooked on.
This was new to me. This was leagues beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I’d been to plenty of balls, of course, but no one had ever put their hands on me like this.
No one had pulled me this close, or this tight to them.
No one had ever made my heart skip a beat like this.
I could feel my nipples hardening under my gown, my panties slowly getting warmer, and wetter as I felt his hands tighten on me, his muscles rippling as we danced. And then I felt something else. I felt something hard pressing into my belly.
I bit my lip to stifle the moan, because as inexperienced and as sheltered as I was — I knew what I was feeling. There were, of course, other rumors about Prince Logan besides being cursed. Specifically, rumors about the part of him that was the stuff of gossipy legend.
Maybe not so much a legend as true, I thought with as sudden terribly naughty and thrilling thought as I felt his hardness pulsing like a muscle against my body.
I could feel him growl, just barely, into my ear as he spun me again, his cock getting harder and harder, and bigger and — dear lord — bigger against me. My head spun, my whole body was on fire for him, wanting him to touch me, to take me, and knowing how wrong and how dangerous, and how un-princessly this was only fueled the fire.
“Come with me,” he suddenly growled, as if reading my thoughts.
“Where?”
“Away from these fucking people,” he said darkly, his hand tightening on mine as he turned and suddenly pulled me access the dance floor towards the doorway without even waiting for me to say yes or no to his demand.
We exited the ballroom into a darkened hallway, only one dim chandelier glowing and casting long shadows, and only one guard standing post by the double French doors out to one of the many ivy-covered terraces of the castle.
“Leave us,” Logan snarled.
The man almost came apart, but I do have to give my father’s guards credit, he did stand his ground, if barely.
“Sir—”
“NOW,” Logan bellowed, his hand tightening on mine.
The man stumbled, his eyes darting to me.
“Princess—”
“You may leave us, Captain,” I said with a small, shy smile, knowing it meant I’d be all alone with Prince Logan and his darkness.
The guard nodded, turned, and scurried down the hallway and around a corner.
“This way, Princess,” Logan husked, pulling me out the doors into the warm night air. The doors were barely shut when he spun me around, making me gasp loudly.
He pulled me into him, my feet actually leaving the ground as he growled fiercely and push me back until my back was pressed against the ivy covered wall of the closed in terrace with him right against me. His breath was hot on my neck, the growl in his throat rumbling through me. His hands held me so tight like I couldn’t get away, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t
Just the same, I trembled under the ferocity of him, the adrenaline spiking through me as he loomed over.
“Prince Log—”
“I can’t restrain myself around you, Princess,” he rasped into my ear, making me shiver and moan as he pressed himself against me. I could feel that thickness pulsing hard against my soft belly, the heat of him radiating through me.
“You’ve heard the rumors.”
“What— what rumors,” I whispered.
He pulled back, one big hand cupping my jaw, gazing into my eyes.
“You’ve heard them, I know.”
I faltered before swallowing and holding his gaze. “Yes, I have,” I said softly.
“And what do they say?”
“I’d rather not—”
“Tell me what they—”
“That you’re a beast!”
I gasped, covering my mouth the second I said it.
But Logan only half-smiled.
“And what do you think, Princess Isla?”
“What should I think, Prince Logan?”
He growled. “I’ll ask you again. Are you scared of me?”
I trembled, taking a small breath as my body pulsed against his.
“Only a little.”
“Good, I like your honesty, beautiful,” he said gruffly. “You shouldn’t be scared though. Even with what they say.”
I bit my lip. “I know it’s all rumor—”
“It’s not.”
His eyes burned into me fiercely.
“There’s a curse on me, that’s no rumor.”
I stared at him, my mouth slightly open, my eyes wide. “A real curse?”
“Yes. One that’s darkened my days and turned me into the shadow of a man who stands before you today. But the second I saw you, Princess…”