I never, ever imagined this.

There I am, standing on the beach, face-to-face with the dirtiest playboy in the world. No, closer.

He's kissing me with a heat and intensity no woman could resist. He's already popped off my bra, taking one aching breast in his thick, strong hand. His fingers move with the same grace as his mouth – hungry, but ready to tease.

Silas looks at me, swallowing me up in those big, blue eyes, just as his fingers roll my nipple.

“God!” I sputter, pressing into his grip, wishing he'd pinch, suck, and fuck me harder.

“You're beautiful when you're on fire. Fuck, Erin. Time to feel mine. All of it. I want to light you up like Christmas and see how hot you get.”

My knees go weak. I can't tell if I'm pressing my hips into his because I need the support, or because my pussy keeps going against the rock hard, insanely huge outline of his cock like a magnet.

A very wet, persistent magnet that's put me completely under its control.

I can't think anymore. I can't protest. I can't even imagine it with him slipping down my body, sliding his rough dark stubble against my throat, kissing my cleavage as he pulls me down.

When I open my eyes, we're in the sand. Just two moaning shadows, delighting in ourselves with the heat warming us, a delicious contrast with the cool, clean earth underneath our skin.

He's going lower. My fingers grip his shoulders tight, pressing my nails into his skin. Oh, God, he's really going there. He's going to –

“Fuck!” I curse like mad.

That's all I can do when Silas reaches out, grabbing my breasts, plumping them so sweetly in his palm. He's tugging at my bottoms, dragging them down my legs.

I realize a second later he's got them in his teeth. And he's growling, just like a wild animal, a predator who's going to eat me alive.

My ass rises instinctively. He squeezes my breasts tighter, tighter, taking me halfway to the low, full moon hanging over us while my bikini bottom disappears around my ankles.

“Christ, you're wet,” he growls, kissing up my thighs, stopping to inhale my scent. “Can't believe you've waited this long to get licked and sucked. I promise, love, it's all been worth it.”

And it is. The instant I feel his hot breath over my pussy, right before he puts his mouth against it, I know it's true.

At first, he's teasing me. Teasing until I'm soaked, dripping, shaking next to his lips. My fingers push into the sand at my sides, searching for something to hold onto.

But there's nothing except my own ecstasy and the dear, sweet earth once his tongue rolls across my opening.

Holy, holy fuck.

Silas!

There are no words. No expression adequate for the rough, prickly heat coursing through my blood. One of his hands leaves my breast, sinks down, and opens my lower lips. So much better for him to suck, tongue, and fuck me deeper.

He's in my pussy, in my head, maybe even in my heart.

Prince Asshole has become Prince Charming the second the pleasure sets in. Soon, I guess I'll meet Prince Hung, too.

Every lick takes me a little higher. The bastard growls, his animal energy sweeping through me, a feral warning before he finds my clit.

I was on the verge of completely giving it up when he thrust his tongue inside me. Now, I have no choice, not when he sucks my burning nub between his teeth and lashes it a dozen times.

Oh. My. God.

“Silas, no.” I hate myself for giving him what he wants – me, writhing, screaming his name on the beach. “Don't. Stop.”

Trouble is, I love myself, too. Love it for giving in, for letting him push me over the edge, for giving everything over to his mouth. Just the way I imagined last night, when I held his filthy gift between my thighs and came so hard I saw red.

Tonight, I'm blind.

I'm coming so hard I can't breathe, can't move, can't think. The roar of the ocean and the light of the fire, the moon...it's all gone.

There's just me and the Prince. His fingers are in me, stroking away, hitting some spot that makes me feel like I'm gushing all over his chin. He won't stop licking me, even when it's too much, and my body tries to squirm away.

He growls louder. He holds me down, shoving both hands on my thighs, pushing me deeper into the floury beach. He treats me like what I've become – his Princess with benefits. His wife, his woman, quintessentially and completely his to own any way he wants.

It's scary as hell. Scary, and exciting.

It also makes me come even harder, knowing I'm under his thumb, and loving it. Or is it under his tongue?

I feel like I've been picked up by a tsunami wave and thrown back down again when it's over. He's hovering over me when I open my eyes. I take in his huge, handsome, viciously tattooed chest, rising and falling in shallow, hungry breaths.

“We can fuck, or you can get on your knees and suck my cock. Only reason I'm giving you a choice is because you're a virgin. A fucking virgin.” He growls the last sentence like he can't believe it.

I'm flushed, naked, ready to give it up. My feet dig into the sand and push my hips up into his, feeling his erection.

There. It's true, isn't it?

The interviews I've read with his one night stands weren't lying about his size. I've never been with a man, but I don't need to be to know he's huge.

Ridiculously big. How fitting for a man who walks like he has the biggest, meanest dick in the world to actually have one.

My hand reaches down, trembling as my fingers stop at his trunks. I feel his outline, press my palm against it, and squeeze.

“Fuck! Yeah, love, yeah. Touch it all you want. We can take this slow, let you show me what you've got...”

I don't want him to accommodate me, just because I'm inexperienced. He's been talking about giving back all evening. Maybe it's time for me to do the same.

The fact that he's not a total asshole makes me want to. My spine keeps tingling while I sit up, let him flop back onto the sand, and hold myself over his thighs. He fists his trunks in one hand, jerks them down, and I run my hands along his six pack abs.

Hell, I think I need to. I'm about to topple over without the support when I finally see what he's been hiding.

It's as long as I thought, and even wider. It's so thick, so angry, so alive, pulsing when he grabs my hand, pulls it down, and wraps my fingers around the throbbing root.

“Feel that? It's yours, babe. Every fucking heartbeat. You suck me right now, I think I'll be the happiest man on earth.”

His dirty promise makes me want to smile. I think I would, if I was anywhere but next to his impossibly huge, eager cock.

My eyes close and every nerve in my body tingles when I squeeze him gently, rolling my hand up and down his length. Growling, he drops back, giving me the space I need to work.

It's the first cock I've ever had my hand around, but I'm not totally clueless. I've talked to my friends about boys, and read my share of books about billionaires, bikers, and kings fucking the ever living hell out of damsels in distress.

Maybe those stories and talks have prepared me for this moment. I want to please him, to show His Royally Hung Highness that I'm worthy of being on my knees, in front of his naked body.

Surprisingly, it doesn't take much to hear thunder on his lips. Pleasure, given voice, coursing through his body.

Is it all psychological – or does he truly like me this much?

“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck! Faster, Princess, stroke me, suck me, just like that.”

Over and over and over, he curses, guttural and lost in his pleasure. I haven't started sucking him yet.

It looks like he'll barely fit in my mouth. Only one way to truly find out...

My lips part, and I run my tongue across them. We lock eyes before I take his swollen head in my mouth. He's leaking something warm, clear, and oily all over my fingers while I quicken my strokes.

His head slides in easier than expected. I keep going, pushing my lips wider, but I still can't make it halfway down his massive shaft.

He's looking at me with his eyelids half drawn. Slowly, I start moving up and down, watching his deep blue eyes disappear behind his lids.

“Fuck, love, don't fucking stop!” His palm moves against the back of my head, urging me on.

He tastes masculine. Like earth and salt and raw, royal power in one.

My pussy tingles, enjoying what I'm doing to him. I shouldn't like serving him so much. But I can't fight what feels good, what's natural, and this is magnificent.

It's only nature. His power, his arrogance, and what I think must be his heart of gold makes me enjoy prostrating myself to Prince Playboy, sucking and stroking his cock like my life depends on it.

No, maybe not my life, but definitely my next orgasm.

He's growling now, grinding in my mouth. His heavy balls swing up, clapping against the base of my hand.

“Shit, that's good. Too fucking good. You've got no business sucking like this when you're new.”

No business, huh? I answer him by moving my lips faster. I'm ready for anything, ready for him to explode in my mouth. He'll probably spill more come than I could ever hope to swallow inside, leaving it spilling on my breasts.

Filthy. Wrong. Yet, so, so predictably hot.

He's thrusting in my mouth, moving to match my strokes. I push my tongue up underneath his thick head, tasting more warm pre-come drooling into my mouth. Every time I touch that spot with my tongue, below his crown, his hips jerk.

He's holding back. Trying not to hurt me by ramming his cock down my throat like I know he wants to.

Jesus, what's happening? Am I really thinking like this with my mouth full of him? Imagining how hard he'll fuck me if he's between my legs, unimpeded, punching my V-card like he's been waiting to half his life?

“Fuck, fuck! No.” Growling, he pushes me away, pulling my face off his cock by the hair.

For a second, I'm worried I've done something wrong. But he rises, takes me in his arms, and flips me over. Silas pushes me into the sand, flat on my back, grinding his bare, slick cock against my slit.

“I'm not wasting this nut down your throat, much as I fucking want to. You'll taste my come later,” he growls, his fingers pressing into my chin, craning my face to meet his. “Right now, we're fucking, Princess. Fucking all damned night in front of this fire. I'm going to leave you so sore we'll need Vic and the boys to come tomorrow and carry us home.”

The idea fills me with horror. But I forget all about it a second later, when he moves his cock against my slit, pushing his fullness dangerously close to my entrance.

He barely remembers to stop, pull away, and reach into the bag behind him. I watch as he returns, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, then sliding the rubber over his length in one stroke.

It has to be extra large to fit him.

I want to tell him how much this means to me. How I'm still not sure what's happening, but I'm going to enjoy it, and trust him for this beautiful, furious moment. For one night, I belong to Prince Hung, and I'll take every one of those benefits he's offered me.

“Silas...I'm yours,” I say, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Take me. Take my pussy. Any way you want.”

God. It sounds like something from a bad romance novel.

Is this how people talk dirty, or am I totally blowing it?

He smiles, slides his fingers through my hair again, and jerks my head back. “Love, I want this pussy so many ways I couldn't do them in a thousand nights. We can get started, though. We can see what it's like when your hot little cunt sucks the life from my balls when I'm coming inside you.”

Yes, please!

My legs hook to his, trembling, begging to do everything he just said. Maybe I've screwed up this dirty talk because I can't form words at all, overwhelmed with the need to have him inside me, to feel his cock pulsing.

“Please,” I whimper. Yes, whimper.

No more delay. He locks eyes and pushes into me, filling my virgin hole with everything he has.

It's incredible. It hurts a little bit at first.

Mostly, it feels so fucking good, stretching to fit him, my body shifting at a physiological level to fit Prince Silas like a silk glove.

Nothing's stopping this. I'd probably die on the spot if it did after feeling my wet, craving pussy gliding around his cock, his fullness, his essence.

Silas fucks me slowly. He's careful, still holding back, even though the animal energy rolling off him doesn't feel like it understands what careful even means.

His thrusts dig deep. Mining for pleasure, marking me from the inside-out, reminding me in every single stroke who owns me now.

And I'm okay with it. Really, really okay with everything he's doing.

My feet hook to the backs of his legs. He grabs my wrists with his free hand, pinning them above my head, pressing his mouth down on mine while the other hand pulls my hair.

The first time I come on his cock, I'm squealing into his mouth. He drowns my moans, my screams in his groaning, growling pleasure.

I think he's about to join me, adding his convulsions to mine, especially because his infuriating royal smirk has become a caveman's smile of teeth and lust.

No. Hell, no.

He fucks me right through my first orgasm, and doesn't let up. He's going faster, shaking my body like we're suddenly riding an earthquake.

Every curve ripples. Every drop of blood in my veins becomes fire, lapping at my veins. The ocean's roar behind us merges with our pleasure, our desire. Just one strange, inseparable fusion of earth and sex, sweat and muscle, bound to this cock that's filled me up to my womb.

“Never had anything this tight,” he snarls, when I'm on the verge of coming again. “Take it, Erin. Every fucking inch. Every thrust. Every way I want, when I want. I'm ruining you for taking any cock that isn't mine again. Oh, fuck!”

Everything I've feared is happening. The words coming out of his mouth while his defenses are down don't sound like pretend anymore. Not like something a Prince with benefits would say.

We're more than just two crazy people who've struck an unthinkable deal when he's balls deep inside me. More than just fiances playing a game.

We're lovers. Losing our hearts and minds in the ecstasy igniting our bodies.

I'm helpless, scared, and more confused than I've ever been in my life. But I'm also buried in pleasure when Silas rears up, slams his hips into mine, and swells deep inside me.

He's coming through his condom. I'm coming apart.

For the next five minutes, my brain loses the ability to dwell on any higher thoughts than yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me more! Silas, fill me.

His royal seed nearly does. He explodes in the condom, growling louder than ever before. His fingers jerk my hair so hard it nearly hurts, but it tips my head back to the moon, and I scream.

My pussy won't ever be the same after tonight, if he's serious. I know he is.

We're just getting started. He's going to keep fucking me, coming in me, spilling everything he's got until he's empty, and I'm so spent I'll be lucky to walk tomorrow.

Tomorrow. That's a scary thought after the mindless, screaming, skin soaking sex we're having tonight.

I don't know what we'll be when we wake up. I'm not sure if we'll be royals with benefits, or totally ruined.

I'll be lucky to keep my own sanity after tonight.

“Damn it, love, you're going to kill me before we're through,” he growls, pulling out of me and tossing the condom aside.

We kiss. That's when I put my hands around his neck, scratching my nails against his skin, and deepen our tongues moving against one another. They're searching, tangled, and still so hungry.

Nothing else matters tonight except the flesh. I'm going to force myself to live in the sex, the pleasure, even if it means our dream is about to become a royal nightmare.

* * *

We don't get much sleep. Sometime near dawn, he wakes, nudging me out of our rum and sex fueled frolic.

My head hurts. My pussy aches so good, after taking him two more times, the last time bent over in the sand while he slammed into me from behind.

Silas passes me a water bottle. I drink it down like it's ambrosia, straight from heaven, groaning angrily when he tries to get me to walk.

“Come on, love. You'll catch cold out here in the morning. Can't risk you getting pneumonia – how're we going to fuck then?”

Jerk. It gets a smile, though.

I watch him get dressed, summoning just enough energy to gather up my own clothes and slip into them. When I delay moving too long, Prince Silas the soldier emerges. He picks me up, takes me in his arms, and carries me up the steps to his high tech car.

Before I know it, I'm slumped in the leather passenger seat, watching as he starts the engine and puts it on auto-pilot. The car drives us back to civilization and the summer palace.

His guards nod politely on our way inside.

If any of them think our relationship is a sham, they don't show any signs. Or maybe they're just smart enough never to question their boss.

Soon, we're upstairs, skipping my room entirely and heading for his. He's got another one of those big, warm, and incredibly overbearing canopy beds like something shipped direct from 1820.

It doesn't matter. I crash on it like it's a silk cloud, safe in his arms, and sleep like the dead.

Silas' heartbeat guides me to my dreams.

If this is what being a Princess with benefits is like, count me in. It's a comforting thought, one that hangs with me through the sleepy morning, until I wake up.

Silas sits on the bed's edge, a phone in his hand, muttering angrily to someone on the line.

“Fuck. Fuck! It's a goddamned disaster, is what it is. Okay, okay, just give me a couple hours. Yes, we'll take the damned helicopter. We'll be back in the capital as soon as we can. You tell them to do every fucking thing they can to save her!”

Forget dreams. I just woke up into a royal nightmare.