Stolen Princess

“Tell me your name,” I demand.

She licks her lips and then smiles at me, bringing her hands to my chest. “Giselle.”

My body tingles with anticipation, and I can’t seem to hold on to my self-control.

“My Giselle,” I growl, pushing my body against hers.

The motion takes us a few steps back, her feet slipping from mine, but her hands continue to rub against my chest.

“My name means generous.” Her back hits the wall behind her, but she doesn’t look panicked. On the contrary, she looks utterly relaxed. Her lids lower slightly, and her lower half pushes against my angry cock. “Allow me to be generous with you, my Giselle.”

“What’s happening?” she asks as her hands go around my waist and pull me closer. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Good,” I retort, and kiss her again. I can’t seem to keep my mouth off of her. Need bears down on my back, and I’m feeling things I’ve never felt. Protective instincts surround me, and I want nothing more than to carry this woman to the nearest tower and lock her away in it. I want to keep her safe from harm and give her pleasure like she’s never experienced.

My lips move down her neck to the edge of her shirt. I slip her other strap down her shoulder, and it slides down until her breasts are bared to me. Perfect nipples are hardened with need, and my mouth waters to taste them.

“Do you want me, my Giselle? Do you want my mouth?” I lean forward so that she can feel my breath on her delicate skin. “I will make all of your dreams come true.”

Her eyes connect with mine, and I see her lick her luscious lips before she runs her fingers through my hair.

“This is crazy. It’s like a fairy tale.”

“That’s exactly what this is. I belong to you now. Will you use me for pleasure?”

Chapter 3

Giselle

I look up at him, not really understanding what’s happening. But for some reason I don’t care. This is the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me. I feel like my whole body has come alive for the first time, and there’s no way I’m stopping. In fact, I want to push for more. I want to stay trapped in this room with my mystery man forever.

“What—” The word comes out, but it doesn’t sound like my voice. “What can you do to pleasure me?” My face heats, and a bit of embarrassment courses through me. I don’t care enough to let it stop me. This isn’t like the embarrassment I was feeling outside of this room.

My breasts are bared before him, my nipples aching with need I’ve never felt before. I should be shy and trying to cover myself up, but instead I’m leaning closer to him so that my sensitive skin can feel some sort of relief.

He looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life. I lick my lips, drawing his eyes there, and a deep rumble leaves his chest, vibrating from him through me. I push further into him, liking the vibration of the rumble against my breasts.

His masculine smell invades my senses, and I close my eyes, wanting to take it all in, wondering if maybe I dreamed him up, because he’s too perfect to be true. Here I am having a pity party for one and bam, the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life comes barreling into the room, barreling into me, making all my doubts about tonight fade away.

I feel his lips at my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him all that he wants.

“Anything,” he tells me softly against my skin as he kisses his way up. “Everything you could ever want.” I slide my hands up his body and wrap them around his neck. “See how perfectly you fit to me. You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

“Now open your eyes and look at me when you say it. I want you to know who you’re saying it to.”

I lazily open them as he pulls back to look at me. I miss his mouth on my skin, and I want it back. His bright blue eyes meet mine, making the air in my lungs freeze. The look he’s giving me is pure hunger. He’s starving for me.

“I want you,” I admit breathlessly.

“You have no idea what saying that to me makes me feel.” His voice is deeper now, possessive and raw.

I feel everything inside me melt. No one’s ever wanted me so much. I try to pull him closer, wanting his body fused to mine. My pleasure is growing, and my body is begging for some kind of release. He lifts his hand to cradle my head, and his big body closes in around me. The other hand goes to my breast, and I feel the roughness of his fingers touch just the tip of my nipple. It’s like a warm current blossoms in my chest at the feel of his hand on such an intimate place. But then his hand moves to the other one, and I can’t hold back the moan that leaves my lips.

I should be scared. He has me completely alone and pinned to a wall with no way to escape. But all I feel right now is the pulse between my thighs. I push my hips against him, silently begging for him to do something about it. Anything.

“Say it,” he pushes again, his fingers pinching slightly on that little peak.

“I’m yours,” I repeat. The words feel right as I confess them. Something about handing over ownership to him is freeing, and I give in to it.

“Keep quiet. Your sounds are for my ears alone.”

Suddenly heat is at my breast, and I feel him suck my nipple and more into his mouth. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall as his hands grip my chest and hold my breasts out for the taking.