Kissed by a Dark Prince(59)

She was his, and that instinctual drive that told him that she belonged to him was strong, encompassing all of her, and therefore all of her belongings, rendering them as belonging to him also.

He mentally commanded her trainers and jeans to enter the portal to his room and she gasped, her eyes shooting wide when she was suddenly left in only a pair of cream satin knickers.

Loren didn’t give her a chance to indulge her inner scientist and ask how he had done such a thing. He threw another mental command at the rest of his armour and the scales shifted over his body and disappeared into the bands around his wrists, leaving him naked.

Olivia floundered, her mouth hanging open, eyes raking hotly over him.

His female liked what she saw. He grinned at the dark desire in her eyes, the mark of her approval, and kissed her again. She sank back onto the bed, taking him down with her, and he settled his weight on his elbows, shifted his legs between hers, and groaned as their bodies came into contact.

She was hot and soft beneath him, and the feel of her thighs cradling his hips combined with the satin stroke of her underwear over his hard length was almost too much for him. He ground his teeth until they hurt, focusing on the pain to dull the pleasure so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

Olivia didn’t help.

She rolled them over, landing astride him, and rubbed her core along his shaft, ripping a groan from his throat. Her hands glided over his torso and his markings flared, sensitising his flesh until even the barest caress was too much. He moaned and screwed his face up, unable to control his reactions to her touch, driving his hips against hers.

“I like these markings,” she whispered, fingers tracing them, pushing him closer to the edge.

Loren clutched the bedclothes and his broken fingers sent pain burning up the nerves of his left arm. Pain. Good.

He embraced it this time, trying to conceal it from Olivia so she wouldn’t know how close he was to coming just from her touching him.

Just from the hot moist feel of her against his aching shaft.

His dreams came crashing back to him, filling his head with replays of everything he had done to her in them. He wanted to take her hard as he had in his dream, when she had been on the inspection table. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face and feel it drenching the connection between them.

Olivia leaned over and swept her lips across the markings that curled around his left pectoral, eliciting another husky moan from his throat. She kissed downwards, worshipping every inch of him in a way no woman had before her.

Her lips brushed the string of symbols that curved over his hip but the feel of the caress was lost on him, his focus elsewhere. Her breasts were against his erection, resting either side of it. All he had to do was thrust. He couldn’t help himself. He ground his hips, rubbing himself between her breasts. Olivia smiled wickedly, a look that plainly told him that she was going there soon, and nothing would stop her.

She teased him by lazily sweeping her fingers over the marks on his hip. “Do all elves have these?”

Loren growled at her, his fangs punching long from his gums, and his ears flattening against the sides of his head. She dared speak of other males when they were like this?

He had her on her back before she could even gasp and caged her beneath him, grinding his cock against her and clutching her wrists above her head on the pillows. She moaned and arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

He growled again, dipped his head, and kissed them, sucking her right nipple into his mouth and rolling the bud with his tongue. His fangs scraped her sensitive flesh and she shuddered beneath him, a darker moan escaping her. Loren tried to ignore the hunger it sparked within him. Her pleasure wasn’t permission to bite her.

Loren shifted aside and cupped her mound with his right hand, keeping his left against her wrists. He stroked her through the damp satin until she tipped her head back, frowned and worked her body against his.

“More,” she uttered and he gave it to her.

He slipped his hand into her underwear and into her plush petals. So wet. She wanted him fiercely. His female needed him.

She moaned and rocked her hips, riding his fingers, rubbing her pert nub against them. He shoved her knickers down enough that he could reach lower and groaned as he probed her entrance. Her wet heat lured him and he couldn’t deny his need to know the feel of her. He eased a finger into her sheath and she bucked wildly, her harsh moan loud in the room and dripping with pleasure. Her body clenched his, drawing his finger in deeper.

Loren growled.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He withdrew and she moaned, her eyes opening, and then stilled when she saw him sit back. Her eyes darkened and she shifted on the bed, calling to him like a temptress. He yanked her underwear off, covered her body with his and reclaimed her mouth with a passionate kiss that had her rocking against him in an instant.