“What are you doing?” I jerk as he presses the object against my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you.” His hand comes to rest on my lower back, holding me still as he moves the object deeper, forcing it past my resistance. “And I’m going to come in you.”
I drag in a ragged breath, paralyzed by the invasion. It feels like I’m being stretched wide open, and it seems to go on forever until he finally halts, seating the object inside me.
“Your Highness—”
He twists the metal, and a thousand sparks shoot through my core as my breath hisses between my teeth. It’s so intense I feel like I can’t breathe. Or move. Or think.
“Don’t call me that,” he warns. “Don’t call me anything. I’m nothing to you.”
He drags me back to the floor again. And this time, I can hear his belt, followed by the rustle of clothing as he shoves his trousers down. The object inside me moves every time I clench, and I don’t know how to sit, but Thorsen doesn’t give me a choice in the matter when he grabs my head and his cock bumps against my lips.
“Suck it.” His rough voice commands.
On his order, my lips part as if they have a mind of their own. But I’m still thinking about how I should resist because it feels like I’m falling into a black hole I’ll never climb out of. Those thoughts are swiftly carried away when he groans, his hard flesh sliding over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I gag, and he pulls back, but only for a second before he does it all over again. Spit drips out the sides of my mouth and down onto my breasts, and he rubs it into my skin and tugs on my nipple. I gulp around him, the effect vibrating through me and waking something primal I didn’t even know existed. Whoever she is, this animal wants more. It must be her that hums against him as he finds his rhythm, casually fucking my face as he manhandles my skull between his hands.
I can’t see him, but I can hear all his sounds. His strangled groans, the hitch in his breath, the contractions of his muscles beneath his flesh. His grip on me falters, and he pulls away as if he wants to stop, only to come back for more. I think I must have woken something primal in him too.
“Enough.”
His sharp directive slices through the air as he withdraws without warning and steps away. He’s breathing hard, and I can feel his eyes burning into me.
“You said you were a virgin,” he snarls. “Are you a liar, gudinne?”
“No.” I tilt my chin up toward him. “I’m not.”
“I don’t believe you.” His voice is an accusation.
“Don’t believe me.” My legs fall apart, summoning him. “You’ll find out anyway.”
There’s a long pause, and I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking. I don’t know what to expect from him, and I think that’s what scares me the most.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I rise on shaky legs, hissing from the sting of the rug burns on my knees as I wait for his next instructions. When he touches me again, it isn’t with affection or roughness. It’s merely with purpose when he bends me over the bed, hauling my ass to the edge. The sticky arousal between my thighs perfumes the air around us, and Thorsen drags his fingers through it, using it to wet his cock. When he tugs the toy from my ass, I suck in a breath as something else takes its place. Something hard and undeniably male. He presses the head of his cock against the hole, and I wiggle in his grasp, bucking up only for him to shove me back down.
“It won’t fit!” I screech, suddenly panicked.
“It will,” he insists. “Now be still, or you really aren’t going to like it.”
How the hell would he know? That fleeting thought disappears as a wave of different sensations floods my body. Adrenaline shoots through my veins as warmth pools in my belly, and it’s all too much. It feels as if I’m being torn in half as he digs his thumbs into the curve of my back and shoves his cock deeper. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he keeps going and going, until finally, he bottoms out, and a guttural sound rattles in my chest.
For a moment, he’s so still, I freeze too. Even the slightest hitch in my breath makes me feel him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on relaxing. On breathing. But I’m just so full. He’s so huge. And he’s inside me.
He moves then, just an inch, maybe two. I can’t be sure, but it ignites a fire in me. A bite of pain mixed with an aching emptiness for more. I don’t know what that more is until his fingers slip between my thighs, massaging my clit.
He murmurs something that sounds like a curse, but I don’t know. It isn’t English, and it’s so low it’s difficult to understand him. I want to curse too as he circles his fingers around the bundle of nerves that feel like they were made just for him. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me beg for more. I must be insane. That’s the only conclusion I can come to as the monster in me urges me back, rocking my body into his cock.
Thorsen grunts, one hand digging into my hip while the other slowly tortures me. It feels like I’m going to explode, and I think I want to.
“You want to be fucked?” he whispers, leaning his body over mine. I can smell him. The spicy, masculine scent of his aftershave, and the sweetness of his breath. It’s an intoxicating combination, and I think something must be wrong with me because I shouldn’t enjoy any of this.
“Please.” The word leaves my lips like a prayer.
A feral sound bleeds from his lips, and he drags his cock from my warmth, only to feed it to me all over again. A shudder moves over me, and I melt into the bed when he does it again and again, building up a rhythm while his fingers play me like an instrument.
“Come, Ella.”
I barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. Everything has dulled to a pinpoint. I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t even tell if I’m breathing as the pressure reaches a breaking point I’m not sure I’ll survive. And then without warning, it happens. He slaps my pussy, and I scream as wave after wave rolls through me, gushing against his fingers and soaking him in the evidence of my body’s betrayal.
Another unidentifiable curse heaves from his lips as his fingers dig into my flesh, and he thrusts deep, stilling as his cock pulses inside me. Warmth leaks into my body, and I know he came in me, just as he said he would. For a few moments, neither of us moves. He’s still lodged inside me when his breath returns to normal, and he slowly relaxes his grip on my hip. But he doesn’t pull away. The hard cock I was so terrified of softens within me, and Thorsen’s come drips down my thighs.
Slowly, my heart returns to normal too, and the buzzing in my ears drifts away as I come back down to earth, accepting what still seems too surreal to believe.
The prince just fucked me.
In the ass.
17
Thorsen
Something hammers against my chest when I look down at Ella bent over with legs spread wide, and my dick still lodged into her tight ass. I should have pulled away, but I can’t admit to myself that her warmth is too appealing. Without consciously realizing it, my fingers graze her back. Massaging her. Touching her with a gentleness that she should never know. At least not from me.