Page 124 of Bitter Prince

My skin was on fire. He fucked me so hard I’d feel him next week. Amon had never-ending stamina, much to my delight.

He slowed his pace and rasped, “Who’s fucking you?”

“You, Amon,” I panted. I was so hot, I could barely breathe. It had nothing to do with the summer heat and everything to do with this man. “Please, I want to come.”

He nipped my neck. “Not yet, baby.”

Releasing a tortured groan, I pressed my cheek against the cool, hard surface. “God, I need—”

He reached around and slid his hand between my thighs. He circled my clit and started thrusting harder and faster.

He nipped my neck. “You’ll take all of it. For me.”

With a sigh, I turned my head to give him more access. His lips found mine for a messy kiss. He slowed his rhythm, fucking me just right. My hand came around, gripping his hair. He groaned into my mouth, thrusting into me. Deep and slow.

I loved the feel of him. In any position, any way. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough—no matter how much I touched him or how close he was.

“Tell me again, cinnamon girl,” he demanded against my lips.

“I love you,” I moaned.

He sucked my bottom lip and released it with a graze of his teeth. His eyes dropped to half-mast.

“You’re mine.” He punctuated the statement with a thrust that made me groan.

It was so easy to forget the world outside with him inside me. His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail behind while he leisurely fucked me as if he had forever and a day to do so. I tried to blink through the haze of pleasure.

“Yes, yours,” I breathed. “Are you mine?”

Darkness clouded his eyes, and his hand collared my throat, a thumb running across the bite marks he’d put there.

“I’m yours, cinnamon girl.” The more he said it, the harder I fell.

Then he chased me over the edge.

* * *

It was five after seven when I woke up.

If I didn’t get back to my apartment, at least for a few minutes, my sister would send a search party after me. Careful not to wake Amon, I inched off the bed. Reaching for the wrapped gift box on the nightstand, I placed it on the pillow while a soft smile played on my lips.

I had placed an order for it while we were still in the South of France. All I had to do was divert the delivery address to his place and it arrived yesterday.

My feet barely grazed the rug when the rough, sleepy rumble of Amon’s voice touched my back.

“Where are you going?” My heart sped up as I turned and found his ruffled head poking out of the covers. “Come back to bed.”

I let out an amused breath. “I have to go back to my apartment or the girls will call the police. I’ve had my fill of uniformed officers for the foreseeable future, thank you.”

He chuckled, his hand coming to my hip and pulling me back. I fell back on him, his hungry hands already roaming.

“Let them.”

A giggle escaped me. “Amon—”

“Stay with me a bit longer,” he rasped, making it impossible to resist him.

“Okay, just a bit longer,” I agreed. “But first, I have a gift for you.”