Page 159 of Pandora's Pleasure

“Anyone in there?” I asked him.

“I don’t believe so, sir.”

With a slide of a keycard I opened the door for us, ushering Pandora inside.

I let go of her hand. “Let me check to make sure we’re really alone.”

The luxury suite had three bedrooms—all of them empty. This was a place my father or his staff could visit should they need privacy. Most of the time it went unused—it was merely a courtesy added on by hotel management.

After scouring the place, I came back into the sitting room.

Pandora stood there dressed only in her bra and panties, having removed her short dress. She still wore high-top stockings and had not slipped out of her strappy heels. I admired the sight of this erotic goddess waiting to be devoured, an exquisite beauty teasing me with her sensual decadence.

Approaching her, I tried to fathom how I was meant to live without this woman. It would be like expecting me to live without breathing—because that’s how it felt when I wasn’t with her.

My hand reached around her neck and I dragged her in fast, our lips close but not quite touching in a fierce showdown, as though seeing who would break first.

Me.I leaned in, trailing kisses along her neck slowly, my body thrumming with need as I breathed in her soft perfume.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pleading.

My hand slid up her thigh and I snagged her thong, easing her panties down so she could step out of them.

I shoved them into my pants pocket.

She looked around as though guessing where I might fuck her.

I gave her a devilish grin, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock, and then reaching for her again. My fingers trailed along her sex to make sure she was ready.

And, oh, God, she’s so wet for me.

I lifted her easily and heard her inhale sharply in surprise, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Here?” she asked warily.

“Right here. Right now.” I guided the tip of my cock between her swollen folds.

Pandora opened for me like a budding flower, gifting my cock entry into her slick warmth. I thrust deep inside her tight channel.

Pandora squirmed around me as her arousal spiked and her breaths came short and sharp. She buried her face in the crook of my neck as she moaned, her pussy milking me.

Gently rocking her to obtain deeper thrusts, I fucked her where I stood and felt a shuddering rush at the thought of being caught by anyone walking into the room. She was petite in my arms, my devastatingly beautiful lover.

The woman I was forbidden to see…

Didn’t they know they’d made her more desirable? Made the taste of her even sweeter so that fucking her felt like a victory? Making her mine and letting the world know it felt like a strike against our enemies.

Having her tremble against me as she came hard felt like my birthright. She’d been bred and molded to be perfect.

She’d been created for me and that was our curse to bear.

And that was why she had to be mine.

Pandora felt like my true calling—this woman was my compass and without her I was lost.

We climaxed together, giving ourselves completely and leaving nothing unsaid.

Being careful not to wake Damien, I sat up and tried to orient myself to our latest surroundings. We’d ended up in one of the hotel’s suites and had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.