Page 191 of My Dark Prince
With a sigh, he unglued his lips from mine. “How much do you like this dress?”
“Well, itisTarget’s finest …” I rode his leg, desperate for contact. “From about seven seasons ago.”
“Would you be very mad if I tore it to shreds?”
“I’d be very mad if you didn’t.”
His teeth clamped around the string keeping the dress together, snapping it clean. I gasped. A gust of cold wind danced over my bare skin as the fabric slid off me. Oliverfisted my panties, shoving them down as his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking it hard.
“I’m obsessed with every fiber of your body, Briar.”
“What a coincidence.” My teeth grazed his shoulder. “Every fiber of my body is obsessed with you.”
And then he was inside me, bareback and sheathed to the hilt. For a moment, we both stilled, savoring the feel of our bodies connected. My eyes fluttered shut.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
But I wanted to, knowing this would be the last time I felt this. I dug my nails into his back. Letting go of this man would be the death of me.
He started moving inside me, and through the haze of pleasure, the fog of bliss and grief, I still managed to bite out, “Condom.”
I’d stopped taking the pill in the hospital and never got around to securing a new prescription.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned but didn’t stop moving inside me, and I didn’t stop pulling him closer, into me, biting and nibbling. “Should I stop?”
“I mean … I guess you can pull out,” I heard myself say, as he picked up speed, which was how I knew I didn’t lose my mind – I never had it in the first place.
As for Oliver – he wanted to marry me. Impregnating me probably didn’t scare him.
“I’ll pull out,” he promised, thrusting deeper into me.
He grabbed my left ankle and guided it over his shoulder. The deeper angle ramped up the friction, conjuring a guttural moan from me. His hips moved in circles each time he ground against me, rubbing against my clit, always managing to prioritize my pleasure.
And there, in the midst of Oliver’s personal hell, I found my heaven between his arms. I clung tighter to him, on the brink of something big, something far superior to just another orgasm.
He stopped to circle his cock inside me.
“Don’t break my heart, Briar,” he warned, pulling out.
“What happens if I do?”
Without a warning, he crashed into me, deeper than ever. I convulsed around his cock, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He thrust faster now. Sweat dripped from his face down my mine. My eyes burned from the contact, bringing me to the verge of tears.
Sure. That’s why. Let’s go with that. Not because you’re about to break both your hearts.
“To you?” He tipped his head back, giving me a view of his perfect throat. “Nothing. You get to live your happily-ever-after with someone else. I’d never hurt you. To me, however?” Ollie jerked inside me, quicker, more erratic, losing his rhythm alongside his self-control. “I’ll be finished. You have that power over me. To end my life as I know it.”
I came in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life as my body spiraled into a hurricane of delirious desire and joy. Every cell in it tingled and trembled.
Oliver pulled out of me, crawling his way up my body. “Gonna come now.”
He positioned his gleaming cock in front of my face. It looked painfully engorged and full, the crown purple and slick with my wetness, a pearl of precum beaded on the slit.
He fisted his cock, aiming it at my lips. “May I?”
I nodded enthusiastically, opening up. He slid his cock into my mouth and settled deep inside my throat.
“So pretty.” He latched on to the edge of the mattress for balance as he fucked my mouth, watching as tears sprang to the corners of my eyes. “So fucking perfect. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
