Kissed by a Dark Prince(66)

She had a wicked need to satisfy her whatever he was to her.





CHAPTER 14


Olivia wrapped her fingers around Loren’s hard length and he groaned and muttered something foreign under his breath. His hands shook against her and he shallowly thrust his hips, driving through the ring of her fingers. She released him and palmed the full impressive length of him as she moved her hand downwards. He bucked and groaned when her fingers curled around his balls and she gently rolled them.

“Ah, female... cannot... take it.” He thrust again, his shaft rubbing her wrist, his heart beating wildly in her chest. “Too long.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “What’s too long?”

He groaned and didn’t seem as though he was going to answer, so she brought her other hand into play, swirling her fingertips around the soft crown of his length in time with each roll of his balls.

“Since I... nothing.” He grunted and jerked against her, his breath washing across her chest as he braced his hands on the table edge on either side of her thighs.

She wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Loren... when were you last with a woman?”

He huffed, hips curling towards her, heart pounding. “The other night... with you.”

He was evading. She gave his balls a slight squeeze and he groaned her name, his cock pulsing beneath her other hand.

“And before that?” she said and brushed her thumb over the crown, teasing his slit. He grunted and the table shook as he tensed.

“Wait... wait...” He breathed harder and she heard him swallow. “Wait.”

Olivia refused and he grabbed her wrists, forcing her to stop.

“No... a second.” Because he was going to climax if she didn’t give him a moment to catch his breath.

“And before you slept with me?” she repeated, determined to know now that she had realised that the slightest touch had him close to coming undone.

“Centuries,” he bit out and released her hands, only to claim the one around his shaft. He wrapped his hand around it, keeping it on his flesh, making her squeeze him tightly. He groaned, the sound low and guttural.

“How many?” Vague answers weren’t going to satisfy her.

He muttered black things at her in his language and moved her hand on his length, forcing her to stroke him. That was cheating. She tried to take his hand away from hers and he swore again, and then sighed.

“Forty-five.”

“Wow... seriously?” She wished she could see his face now. She remembered that she could and swept her free hand over his chest, causing his markings to shimmer into life. They illuminated the hard planes of his face. He was serious. “Why?”

“Wanted you,” he whispered and kissed her again, and she tried not to melt at that thought. He had given up on women because he had wanted his fated female. She couldn’t imagine how lonely he had been in those four thousand five hundred years, his only family at war with him for most of them.

No wonder he had changed his mind and wanted to convince her to complete their bond now rather than break it.

“Touch me,” he murmured, moving her hand on his length. “Like you were before. I liked it.”

He was new to it. She could tell that much. She lowered her other hand to his balls and fondled them as she stroked his hard cock, alternating between palming it and swirling her fingers around the sensitive crown. He groaned whenever she did something he really liked and she wondered what else he had never experienced with the women he had been with before.

She pushed against his chest and he growled, clearly getting the wrong idea.

“I’m not leaving, just switching tempo.” She stroked her palms over the defined muscles of his torso and then traced the markings over his hips with her fingers. They shimmered in rainbow colours beneath her touch. “I love these. Like living ink.”

She followed the twin lines that skirted his nest of dark curls and he moaned breathlessly, his length twitching and beckoning her.

Olivia slipped off the bench table, kneeled before him and licked the length of his cock.

Loren made a strangled noise and the lights in the room flickered. Olivia hoped that if he got wild and lost his focus, the lights weren’t going to come on and expose their naughtiness to everyone in the corridor. There were voices out there sometimes, murmured conversations about broken doors and dark rooms.

She shoved away her fear, embracing only the part of it that excited her, and wrapped her lips around Loren’s length. He grunted and his hands seized her shoulder and the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging it loose of her pins, and he tensed as she took him into her mouth and began to suck him with long, slow strokes.