Page 72 of Bitter Prince

“Don’t worry,” I said in a slightly elevated tone. “I’m not letting you go.”

With my arms around Amon’s waist and my thighs pressed against his outer ones, I gripped his T-shirt and held on, feeling the vibration beneath my legs. My pulse drifted between my thighs, throbbing ever since we’d sat down at the ice cream parlor.

Amon drove with complete control and confidence, weaving in and out of traffic, and I felt safer than ever. Every once in a while we’d stop at a light, and then other times, he’d pick up the speed.

I felt totally free. Like I didn’t have a care in the world. Not my father. Not school. Not responsibilities. Not secrets. Just the two of us.

The quiet buzzing of the motor and Amon’s hand on my bare thigh built the pressure up between my legs. It reminded me of Venice, the way I’d humped his leg to get myself off. I could hardly recognize myself. I pushed my hands under his simple white T-shirt, loving the feel of his hard abs under my palms, resisting the temptation to roam and explore. It was hardly the time and definitely not the place, so I just enjoyed the heat of his skin and the moment itself.

We arrived at La Grande Roue Amusement too soon. Amon turned the bike off, helping me off and taking my helmet. As he secured them both onto his bike and locked them up, I combed my fingers through my curls.

I noticed him watching me, almost too intently. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then he pulled me to him, his arm coming around my shoulder as we walked to the ticket counter.

The smell of popcorn, cotton candy, and caramel drifted through the afternoon air, carrying laughter and voices along the breeze. Some people watched the Ferris wheel in its constant motion while others made out on blankets.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, feeding my lust. With him, life felt beautiful. It felt like home. Soright. Like I’d been waiting on him. I wanted to give him my all, and my heart beat with a speed that made me feel reckless.

“Two tickets for Grande Roue de Paris,” Amon said while a buzz of anticipation flooded my veins.

“Any children?”

I scoffed, earning myself a serious look by the woman behind the counter. I cleared my throat.

“No, no children,” I said seriously, aware of Amon’s amused glance penetrating the side of my head.Because there’ll be some R-rated shit going on, I wanted to say, but I was wise enough to keep those words to myself.

“Twenty euros.”

Amon handed her two bills, grabbing our tickets.

It wasn’t long before we were seated in the little cabin of the Ferris wheel. One loud click and it started to turn, carrying us upward. I watched as we rose higher and higher, the entirety of Paris stretching below us.

Was this what it felt like to be on top of the world? Away from Papà. Away from Grandmother. Away from all the family drama. Alone with this man who made all my worries and anxiety fade away.

“We can just enjoy the view.” Amon’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts.

I turned my head, catching him looking at me instead of the beautiful view in the distance.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Are you backing out?”

He let out an amused breath.

“Never, cinnamon girl.” His hand came down to mine, and it was only then that I realized my nails were digging into his knuckles. I relaxed my grip. “But I don’t want you stressing out. The bucket list can wait.”

I shook my head. “I’m not nervous about that,” I admitted softly, holding his gaze. “I just never want today to end.”

He gripped the back of my neck and slammed his lips against mine. With desperation. With hunger. Maybe he felt the same. I shifted over and straddled him, never breaking the kiss. He slid his tongue inside and I was lost. The overwhelming fever pulsed in my veins and I fisted his shirt to pull him closer.

He trailed his lips down my neck, inhaling deeply, and rocked his hips against mine. A little whimper escaped my lips, followed by a moan when his hot mouth brushed the sensitive skin just under my ear.

When he squeezed my bare thighs possessively, a rough noise rose in his throat, and he slid his palm beneath my dress, grabbing a handful of my ass. My pussy throbbed with need as he rocked his hips against me and I moaned into his mouth.

“I have exactly three minutes to get you off,” he said roughly, his lips brushing against mine.

“Better get to work, then,” I breathed, grinding myself against his hard length. I wished he’d just unzip his fly so I could feel his cock against my hot entrance. Just the tip. He said we had to wait until I was eighteen, but I didn’t think I’d be able to. I felt like I’d been waiting for him my entire life.

He lowered the thin straps of my dress, exposing my lacy bra. He caressed the bare curves of my ass while his lips traveled down my throat to my breast. He nipped my nipple through the thin material of my bra and pleasure rushed to my core as I rocked against him.

“More,” I begged.