“As hard as you can.”
He runs his hands down over my waist, but instead of slipping two fingers inside my sopping pussy, he spreads my ass cheeks. “Put your head down, reach back, and hold yourself open,” he orders, and I obey.
The next moment, something cool makes contact with the puckered opening, and Alec’s finger is on it, massaging it. It feels so dirty, so intense, that I’m shaking, struggling to hold myself open for him even though I want nothing more in the entire world than to feel him overtake me.
“Relax,” he says gently, and my body reacts to his voice, the muscles loosening.
He works one finger inside my asshole as I quake on the bed beneath him, but when he pulls it out, it’s immediately replaced by something much thicker.
“What—?”
“Shh,” he says. “You can handle it. You’re going to love this, Jessica mine.”
I let out a shuddering breath and do as he says, allowing the object to fill me.
It’s thick but perfectly smooth, and Alec presses it into me inch by inch, letting it spread me open. The sensation is without a doubt the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. My opening can just barely accommodate what he’s inserting, but the stretching delivers such a pleasant burning sensation that I’m almost sad when he gives it one more firm push and the ring of muscle clamps down over a thinner section.
In that moment, I feel filled.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.”
“I wish you would fuck me right now!”
He laughs, the sound rich and sexy, and then he rams his rock-hard cock into my cunt and I’m doubly filled to the hilt, taking me right up to the crest of a climax. I’m there, and then I fall, tumbling into sheer, radiant pleasure.
Chapter 24
Alec
When the sun rises over Sainthall, I kiss Jessica’s forehead and slide out of bed.
The electrified passion we shared last night unlocked something in my heart. It may sound profoundly unmanly, but it’s the absolute goddamned truth. Jessica’s only worry was that she was ruining things for me. Beneath her indomitable spirit and independent need to tackle her own problems and make changes in her life, she is also profoundly sensitive to the effects that her decisions have on other people. I see now what she meant when she said she considered every life-upending move or shift thoroughly, from start to finish, before she makes it.
Jessica has put herself in a vulnerable position by coming to Saintland.
She put herself in a vulnerable position every time we’re together in bed, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
It turns out she’s a tigress who knows when a little submission will sweeten the deal.
As I slip out the back entrance of the Northern Crown, I catch a glimpse of Nate at the wheel of an unmarked town car, idling across the alley. He’s wearing dark glasses and clutching a paper cup from a nearby coffee shop.
I pull open the back door and slide into the back seat.
“Good morning, Nate,” I say jovially. He looks back at me in the rearview mirror, lifting his glasses and shooting me an irritated glance through narrowed eyes.
“For once, couldn’t you bring Ms. Reeves back to your rooms at the palace? I wouldn’t have to be up so goddamn early.”
“Tsk, tsk. Such language. No, not quite yet, but if you’d be so kind as to take me there…”
Nate lets out a tired laugh and steers the car away from the curb.
At the palace, Nate lets me out at the private entrance located on the east side of the palace. It’s still so early that the only people around are the cleaning staff, so I’m virtually unnoticed as I head up the stairs to my rooms. Even Phillip doesn’t arrive until around nine, so I have plenty of time to wash off the sweat and sex from last night.
Not that I really want to, but it’s unseemly for a prince to go around smelling like he just rolled out of bed.
I stand in the shower for a full thirty minutes, letting the steaming water run down over my body and thinking about Jessica.
The bond we have, new or not, is reflected by our relationship in the bedroom. That’s not all we are together, or even all we can be together, but I know for certain that she is the only one with whom I want to explore having a future.
What sealed the deal was hearing her confess that she loved me last night.
When I think about it now, my heart thunders in my chest and I almost feel light-headed.
It’s one thing to fuck a woman so well that she never wants another man.
It’s another to know that her heart is yours and yours alone.
No one on earth will ever lay hands on her again. Except me.