Page 121 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

Grabbing it, I lift the fabric to my nose. My eyes roll back in my head as her scent surrounds me once more.

Taking it back with me, I’m glad to see I haven’t missed anything, and I breathe her in as she selects her change of clothes.

“Don’t go to the bathroom to change. Please, please. Just… yes,” I hiss, when she grabs the hem of her t-shirt and peels it up her body, exposing her flawless, pale skin to me.

Just the sight of the curve of her spine, the smoothness of her skin makes my cock ache for her.

The second her hands glide up her back to unhook her bra, one of mine slips under the waistband of my sweats.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I groan into the silence of my flat as she pulls the flimsy fabric from her body.

The black lace falls to the chair, but I don’t allow my eyes to follow it.

“Turn around, babe. Please,” I beg, desperate to get my fix of her body.

She reaches for the top she placed on the bed, but for some reason, she pauses and thank the fucking Lord, turns around instead.

In a rush, I push my sweats down over my hips, gripping my cock tighter as I stroke it up and down to the sight of her perfect tits.

“Fuck, you do love me, Hellcat,” I groan as she swipes a hairband from her dresser and pulls her hair up into a messy bun before dropping her hands to her waistband and pushing both her jeans and knickers over her hips.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” My eyes are glued to her arse as she moves away from the camera and sits on the edge of her bed. “Oh hell, yes.”

After finding her vibrating friend, she lies back on her bed and spreads her legs.

It’s as if she knows exactly where the camera is, because I get the fucking perfect view as she runs the toy through her cunt and dips it inside.

A filthy moan rips from her lips and her hips roll as she pushes it deeper.

“That’s it, Hellcat. Show me exactly what you need.”

She turns the vibration on and begins fucking herself faster with her toy as my hand picks up pace.

“Oh God,” she moans, her free hand lifting from the bed to play with her nipples.

“Fuck, you’re killing me here, babe,” I groan.

My free hand curls into a fist, frustration burning through me that I can’t be there in person watching her, that I can’t be the one to finally push her over the edge.

My chest heaves as I jerk my cock almost violently. I haven’t come since I was with her last, and fuck, I’m desperate for it, but I know that my hand will barely take the edge off.

I need her.

Her hand, her mouth, her cunt.

Her.

Just her.

A low groan rumbles up my throat as I watch her hand skim down her stomach in search of her clit.

“That’s it, babe. Show me how you like it, how much you need it. Fuck, I wish I could touch you. Taste you.”

“Fuck.” The word falls from her lips on a gasp as her hips roll once more before the most incredible sound fills my room. “Theo,” she moans as her body locks up tight and her release slams into her.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I grunt as I come, my spunk shooting up onto my belly in hot ropes. “Fuck, I miss you,” I pant out as I come down from my high, watching her do the same as her limbs relax into the bed. “So fucking beautiful.”

Someone banging on my front door scares the shit out of me and I jump from the sofa like I’ve just been caught in the act.