I barely slept that night. I could barely even think about sleeping, my mind going a hundred miles an hour with everything that’d happened, and my body still tingling everywhere he’d touched me.

Everywhere he’d claimed me.

It was like a fire slowly engulfing me, and I had no desire to put it out.

Other duties kept me occupied the following day — going over paperwork for some of the foundations and charities I’d been setting up, a photoshoot for an upcoming royal festival my father was throwing. But through them all, I was just buzzing thinking about Damon, and the way the two of us just seemed to click together.

He was so much older, and not a royal, and so wrong for me in so many ways that people could list. Except I knew what I felt. I knew what I’d felt ten seconds after meeting him in the woods, and there was no denying that.

The thought of him — those dark fiery eyes, the dark scruff on his chiseled jaw, the rock hard body, and his huge cock — all of it had me in this constant state of tingling arousal all day. Through the meetings, and the photoshoots, and the luncheon I had to go to with some of the ladies of the court, the heat between my legs was the only thing at the front of my mind.

I craved his touch, and I wanted so much more of it.

It got so bad that after lunch, I’d excused myself to my quarters, and barely made it into my bed before my fingers hand slipped under my soaking wet panties to stroke through my wet lips. I’d moaned, laying back on my pillows with my dress around my waist and my panties tangled at my ankles, my fingers delving into my aching pussy and my thumb rolling in slow circles over my clit.

And all I was imagining was Damon.

I was imagining him doing more than using his hands the next time. I imagined his reserve snapping. I moaned into the room as I imagined him throwing me down on this very bed, tearing my clothes off, spreading my legs, and burying every single inch of his thick cock inside of me — taking my virginity.

And it was that thought, of the rough, masculine, older man from the woods just claiming what I knew was his to claim that pushed me over the edge. I buried my face in a pillow as I came, my legs squeezing tight together and my thumb blurring over my clit as I thought of Damon, and all the things I wanted him to show me.

I caught my breath after, my eyes opening as I looked up at the afternoon sun on the ceiling of my room. God, what was happening to me? Here it was one o’clock in the afternoon, and here I was, the royal Princess of Berne, shrugging off royal duties to run off to my room and masturbate to the thoughts of doing dirty, inappropriate things with a man twice my age.

And yet, I still couldn’t get him out of my head.

* * *

It was later that night, back in my bed after more meetings and more royal pleasantries, that I heard the door to my room creak open in the darkness. My eyes went wide, and I sat bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering.

“Told you I’d be back.”

The heat spread through my body as the smile crept over my face.

Damon.

He stepped out of the shadows by the door, the moonlight from my windows bathing him in a white glow. God he was gorgeous. Those dark eyes sparkling, that dark hair swept back from his face, the way his t-shirt stretched so tightly over those defined shoulders and biceps.

“Now how is it you keep getting in here? I thought I had all sorts of guards posted outside my quarters?” I grinned at him, biting my lip.

“Special forces training,” he murmured, stepping towards the bed. There was purpose in his steps, and something hungry in his eyes as they swept over me, covered only by a sheet. I could see his jaw tighten, and felt my pulse quicken at that look in his eyes.

He was back alright, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he’d show me.

Damon slowly peeled his shirt up over that perfect, chiseled body, tossing it aside and immediately undoing his pants. I swallowed thickly, my hands tightening on my sheet, aware that I was only wearing a pair of panties under it as he stepped out of his pants. He moved onto the bed, muscles coiling as he stalked over me, his arms on either side of me. I panted, my pulse hammering in my ears as he leaned in, like a jungle cat about to pounce on it’s prey.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I breathed. And for a moment, I felt silly saying it, like some stupid little girl admitting her crush. But Damon slowly shook his head, as if knowing what I was thinking.

“I like that you were thinking about me all day,” he purred. “Cause I was thinking about you all day.”

I bit my lip, grinning shyly as I felt his hard body descend over mine.

“Now what exactly were you thinking about, Princess?” he growled, making me shiver.

“Just, you know, things.”

I gasped as he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear.

“What kind of things?”

I felt my cheeks burn, thinking of my post-lunch escape.

“Oh, just thin—”

“Tell me,” he husked into my ear, making me moan.

“I thought of you touching me,” I whimpered.

His hand came up between us and took hold of the sheet. He tugged it from my hands, pulling it aside, baring my body to his eyes. I felt him groan, his dark eyes hungrily devouring my bare breasts and teasing down to the thin pair of panties.

“Now tell me, Princess,” he growled. “Were you just thinking?”

I whimpered, and slowly shook my head. “No.”

“What else were you doing?”

“I—” I bit my lip, blushing furiously and looking away.

“Tell me.”

“I touched myself, thinking of you touching me,” I panted out.

Damon growled.

“Show me,” he husked, his eyes flaring and his jaw tightening. I could feel his cock throbbing hard against my thigh and I shivered, thinking of my dirty fantasy earlier of him just taking me. Slowly, he rolled next to me, his fingers tracing over my belly.

“Show me how you touched yourself, you dirty little girl.”

I whimpered, and before I could stop myself, I was rolling towards him and crushing my lips to his. He groaned, grabbing my jaw and kissing me back fiercely. I pulled away, my eyes locked on his as my hands slid down to the waist of my panties and slowly began to peel them down. I rolled back onto my back, arching my hips off the bed as I pulled them off and tossed them aside, now totally naked for this man.

My knees parted, and I panted as I brought my hands back between my legs. My pussy was dripping wet, and slick to the touch, and when my fingers slipped over my lips, I gasped loudly.

“Good girl,” Damon purred, his fingers stroking my belly and my hips. He brought his hand higher, a finger circling one of my nipples and making me shiver.

“Such a dirty little girl, coming up here to play with that sweet, royal pussy, thinking of a man twice her age.”

I moaned loudly, a finger easing inside as his words melted into my ear.

Suddenly, I was aware of him moving down the bed, and for a minute, I wasn’t sure what was going on, until I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them wide apart. I moaned as I glanced down, seeing him crawling between my spread legs. He moved higher, his breath teasing my inner thighs and making me shiver. Slowly, his hands found mine, his fingers moving alongside mine against my soft, slick lips. I whimpered as I felt his fingers on my pussy, teasing me, spreading my slickness over my clit as my body arched in pleasure.

I felt him move higher, and he pushed my hands away entirely. I whimpered in protest, when suddenly, I felt what I’d never felt before.

And it felt incredible.

His tongue dragged through my lips, tasting every bit of me and making me squeal in ecstasy. He swirled it over my clit, before bringing it down and pushing it deep inside my pussy. Hands held my thighs wide, his thumbs brushing my outer lips as his tongue delved deep inside to taste my honey. He moved it higher, flicking it across my clit again, and I just melted into the sheets.

One of his big fingers teased my opening and slid deep inside, and I cried out as I felt him start to pump it in and out of me. His lips closed over my clit, sucking gently as his tongue swirled over it again and again. A second finger slipped inside, and I moaned loudly, twisting on the bed and bucking against his incredible mouth. I could feel the scruff of his jaw teasing my thighs, and I could feel the power in the hands holding me down to the bed as he took his time tasting me.

He started to move faster, his two fingers fucking me, making squelching noises as my dripping wet pussy leaked my desire down his hand and onto the sheets. He groaned into me, the vibrations rumbling through me as his tongue swirled over my clit again and again. I could feel the feeling of something big welling up inside of me, and slowly, I could feel my whole body start to tremble.

Damon only kept pushing me, his masculine growls rumbling through me. His shoulder muscles bunched as his fingers curled deep inside my tight pussy and as his wicked tongue circled my aching clit again and again, until I was sure I was going to actually explode.

My hands dropped to his head, fingers curling in his hair as my hips moved against him. I was falling, tumbling, and ready to shatter. This was so wrong, and yet, it felt so perfectly right. It felt more right than anything I’d ever known.

But I didn’t have time to contemplate what was right and wrong much longer, as his stroking fingers and incredible tongue began to push me over the edge.

“I’m— oh, god, Damon, I think I’m—”

He growled into my pussy, like a beast, and it was the last thing I could take.

The moan tumbled from my lips, my whole body arching off the bed as I came hard against his mouth. I grabbed a pillow and covered my mouth with it, screaming into it as the orgasm exploded through me.

I barely had time to catch my breath when Damon’s powerful hands suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my front. I gasped, shivering as I felt his hands stroke up the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs wide apart.

I moaned, looking over my shoulder at him and meeting his sharp gaze. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not done with you yet, beautiful,” he growled, his hand moving between my legs and letting a finger trace up and down my slit. I whimpered, arching my back and biting my lip as I shook my head at him.

“You make me feel so good,” I whispered.

He groaned, moving up over me, cupping my jaw, and bringing his mouth to mine. I could taste the honeyed sweetness of my own pussy on his lips, but something about it felt so sexy and so dirty that I found myself moaning as I opened my mouth for him. His tongue teased mine, and I could feel his throbbing hard cock against my ass through his briefs.

“I— I want you,” I whispered, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. “I want you to take all of me.”

Damon groaned, kissing me harder and letting his body rock against mine.

“Soon, baby,” he whispered back.

“Please.”

“Not like this, not here. Not when we’re hiding this away in the shadows like this.”

My brow furrowed, but he shook his head, grinning wickedly at me as he brought his lips back to mine.

“But there are other things I can show you.”

“I want them all,” I gasped.

Damon groaned, kissing me fiercely.

“Princess, I don’t know what this is.”

“I’m not sure either,” I whispered back.

“I just know that I saw you in those woods and I’ve never wanted anything more than how I want you. And not just your body, beautiful, though I will take that.”

I moaned softly.

“But your heart,” he said softly, his lips brushing mine. “That’s what I want to take more than anything.”

“You have it,” I whispered back, moaning as his lips suddenly crashed into mine. Our tongues swirled together, and I could feel his body pressing into mine — his hard cock pulsing against my ass.

“Show me more,” I husked, pulling back from the kiss. “Please.”

Damon growled, and his hand slid down my back. It dipped lower, until his palm grabbed my ass tightly — possessively.

“I want this,” he purred.

I swallowed, a dirty, naughty thrill teasing though my body.

“My— my ass?”

“Yes,” he growled, leaning in to kiss me again.

“Just relax, Princess. If you trust me, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“I— I trust you,” I whispered, shivering as he kissed me once more before slowly moving down my body.

His lips trailed down my back, kissing every bump on my spine until he found the soft skin of my ass. Strong hands gripped my butt, cupping the cheeks and moving down to stroke the backs of my thighs. I shivered, moaning into the sheets as I felt Damon’s lips move down to one cheek of my ass and then the other, nipping and sucking and making my skin ablaze with a fire I’d never felt before.

His hands moved back up, gripping my ass tight and spreading me wide for him. I shivered, feeling so exposed and so wantonly open for his hungry gaze. His hot breath teased over my ass, and I panted, gripping the sheets as I felt him move in.

When his tongue dragged lightly over my ass, I spasmed, liked I’d been struck with lightning.

“Oh, God—”

“Shhh, baby girl,” Damon purred, his fingers digging into my skin. “Just relax.”

His mouth moved in again, and this time I moaned when his tongue swirled across my forbidden asshole. I moaned like I’d never moaned before — something dark tugging inside of me, something I’d never dared to let out before. He growled, his hands spreading my ass wide as he dragged his tongue over my most private of places.

His hand moved beneath me, fingers finding my clit and rolling it in under his fingers as his tongue swirled over my ass. I was lost, floating in pure, filthy ecstasy as I let Damon hold me down and do dirtier things to me than I’d ever dared imagine.

And I was loving it.

His thumb pushed inside my pussy, his fingers still on my clit. His other hand moved closer to his mouth, and as his tongue swirled over my ass once more, I could feel his other thumb pressing against my tight little ring.

“Do you trust me, baby girl?” he growled softly, his fingers lightly stroking me.

I could barely talk. I could barely think.

But I did know one thing without a second’s hesitation.

“Yes,” I gasped, writhing under his hands. “Yes, I trust you!”

“Good girl.”

His tongue dragged wetly over my ass once more, and then slowly, I could feel his thumb begin to push again. He was slow, but firm, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as it slowly began to inch it’s way inside. I panted for air, my head spinning and my body trembling for him as his fingers toyed with my clit while his thumb slowly sank deep into my ass.

“Such a dirty girl,” Damon growled, making me whimper in submissive pleasure. “You like being my dirty little girl, don’t you, honey?”

“I love it,” I gasped, choking out a whimpered moan as both his hands started to move. He began to ease both thumbs in and out of both my holes, his fingers slowly circling my clit as my entire body started to melt into a puddle of bliss. What he was doing to me was so dirty, and yet it felt so. Damn. Good.

And I wanted more.

I wanted him to show me everything.

“More,” I said quietly — so quietly, I wasn’t sure he heard me, since he didn’t respond.

“Damon—”

“I heard you,” he said, his voice strained and husking. “You think you’re ready for more? Because I have to warn you, honey...” His teeth nipped at one cheek of my ass, making me shiver.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to hold back. Not with you.”

“I don’t want you to,” I gasped. “Please, I want it.”

Damon groaned, and I whimpered as I felt his hand move from my pussy. He slid up behind me, rolling us onto our sides as one arm circled me and pulled me tight against him.

His thumb was still slowly pumping in and out of my ass, but he gently pulled it free. I could feel him sliding his briefs down and kicking them off, and when I felt his hot, throbbing hard cock slide between my thighs, I moaned loudly. He brought the arm that was circling my waist down, his fingers spreading my pussy as he rocked his hips forward. I squealed as I felt his head graze through them, bumping over my clit and sending a shiver through my body. He started to rock against me, his big dick sliding in and out of my lips without penetrating me, my pussy coating him in my sticky arousal.

Slowly, he moved back, and when the thick head of him eased against my tight, virgin asshole, I froze.

“Last chance, baby girl,” Damon groaned. “I swear I’m not going to hurt you, but if you want to stop, now the—”

“Fuck me,” I gasped, turning my head, reaching back, and yanking him in for a kiss. “Please fuck my ass,” I gasped into his lips.

He pushed forward, and my eyes went wide as I felt the slick head of him slowly begin to ease into my impossibly tight ring. He was slow, and the whole while, his fingers stroked my clit. And ever so gently, ever so slowly, I could feel myself begin to open for him. Damon groaned, adding pressure, and suddenly, I felt the thick head of his cock slip inside.

I moaned.

“Damn, baby,” Damon choked out, his arms tightening around me and holding me close. I could feel him barely holding onto his restraint, holding back what I’m sure was his urge to fill me with one thrust. And while part of me wanted that unbridled lust from him, I was also glad he was taking his time with me.

Slowly, he eased forward, and I cried out as another inch of his fat cock slid into my asshole.

And it felt incredible.

Of course I had nothing to compare this to, but the feeling of his huge cock slowly prying my ass open and claiming it was the single hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life. It was erotic, and sexy, and so naughty, and yet also so loving and tender at the same time. And that was because of him — because of Damon.

The man of my dreams, come to life in the woods that day.

“More,” I groaned, my hands grabbing my bedsheets and the moan catching on my lips as I pushed back into him, taking another inch of him.

“More, huh?” he groaned. “You want more of this big dick in your tight little ass?”

I cried out, his words having the power to melt me almost as much as his touch.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Give me more— ooo!”

I moaned loudly as Damon rocked his hips forward, and suddenly, the whole length of him was buried deep in my ass.

“Just like that, hmm?” he growled as I panted, my head spinning. “You want all of it huh?”

All I could do was moan as my whole body ignited for him. Slowly, he pulled back, easing his glorious cock from my clenching ring, before he drove back in, filling me to the hilt in one toe-curling thrust. I cried out again, my the bedsheets balled up in my fists as he started to slowly fuck my ass with his big cock. The fingers from one of his hands rolled over my clit, the ones from the other cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples.

I could feel him filling with me every thrust, his heavy balls grinding against my soaking wet pussy each time. He’d started slowly and then moved slightly faster, but again, there was that dark flame in me he’d somehow ignited.

And I wanted more.

I wanted more of being his plaything. More of being his possession. More of him claiming me and taking me like he wanted. I knew there was more fire in him, and I knew he was holding back for my sake.

I didn’t want him to.

“More,” I moaned out, pushing my ass back to meet one of his thrusts.

Damon filled me a little harder, but he was definitely still holding back.

“That all you got?”

He froze, and for a second, I worried that I’d gone too far.

“Careful, little girl,” he growled roughly in my ear. “You don’t want all I’ve got.”

“I think I do.”

“Adele,” Damon groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I turned my head, reaching back and cupping his cheek as I kissed him again.

“You won’t. But I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

The fire roared to life in his eyes, and suddenly I shrieked as he pulled out and flipped me over onto my front. I moaned as I felt him move on top of me, a knee on either side of my hips. He spread my ass and eased the head of his cock back inside. And then, he drove all the way in, burying every damn inch of him inside.

I screamed in pleasure, the blood roaring in my ears as he withdrew, only to fill me all over again. One of his hands grabbed my hip roughly, the other moving into my hair. He wrapped a handful in his fist, pulling it just enough to make me cry out as he slammed his cock balls deep inside.

“You want it like this, don’t you, you dirty little girl?”

I moaned loudly, my whole body aching for more and shivering under his rough touch.

“Yes!” I groaned out.

“I didn’t hear you,” Damon hissed, his hand tightening in my hair as he drove inside again.

“Yes, please!” I moaned loudly, feeling my body begin to shatter under him, every nerve ending exploding with pleasure.

“I think my little girl likes it dirty.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered out, my pussy soaking my sheets beneath me as Damon claimed my ass.

“You like me fucking this tight little royal ass with my big cock, don’t you?”

The cry erupted from my lips. “Yes!”

He reached up and grabbed a hand, moving it down and under us.

“Play with that little pussy, baby,” Damon growled. “Touch that clit while I make this ass mine.”

I moaned as I buried my fingers in my soaking wet slit, grinding my clit into my palm as he drove in and out of me.

“Please,” I gasped, feeling myself tumbling towards the edge and knowing I was about to fall hard.

“Please what, baby girl?” he groaned, his cock swelling even bigger inside my tight ass.

“Please, I’m going to—”

“You want to come for me? You want to come for me while I claim this ass?”

I cried out into my sheets, whimpering and moaning uncontrollably as this dominant, older, gorgeous and rough man nailed me to the mattress. I could feel him plunging in and out, his heavy balls hitting my slick pussy with every thrust. And I knew I was going to explode at any second.

“Come for me,” he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing that tender spot on my neck. “Come for me, little girl.”

Everything after that was a blur. I remember screaming as I came harder than I’d ever even imagined someone could come. I remember my entire body shattering for him, exploding in pure pleasure as he grabbed my hips and buried himself to the hilt in my ass. I could feel him unleashing inside me, his hot cum pumping deep inside as the orgasm tore through me like a hurricane.

And then I remember him kissing me, and covering me with a sheet, and pulling me tight against him as the sweetest sleep imaginable took me under.