by Dark Angel
"Good girl," he whispers before kissing my ear gently and standing up, so I’m no longer horizontal.
The blood rushes from my head and I feel lightheaded as he holds me tightly, his thrusts now slow and short, allowing my body to go ease back into mindfulness. God, he’s so good at this.
"You didn’t cum," I frown once my body relaxes and Thomas shakes his head and smirks before biting my lower lip between his front teeth. We both usually climax every time we have sex, and I feel a pang of guilt or failure in the pit of my stomach.
"I didn’t want to, baby," he assures me, as if he can read my mind, but that doesn’t relieve me.
"Why not?" I snap, a little more sassy than I intended. Thomas doesn’t seem affected, amused maybe, but definitely not worried about my attitude.
"Calm down," he whispers on my lips, his mouth soft and wet.
"I don’t like when you don’t… You know," I say bashfully and he smiles at my modesty.
"I’m still inside you, Nicole, you can’t play innocent," he smirks before kissing me briskly.
With my hands in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable, it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. Immediately after an orgasm, it’s pretty intense. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Thomas presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me as his length hardens inside of me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.
"Did you have plans for this?" I ask, squeezing his manhood with my muscles and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.
"I had some ideas," he begins.
"Well, I have some plans too," I grip his neck to pull myself up.
"Oh, yeah?" He smiles.
"Yep," I lower myself on him before lifting again, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.
"What do you want, baby?" He’s whispering in that seductive tone of sex that makes me melt inside.
"I want you to ravish me," I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.
"Yeah?" His hands grip my ass roughly.
"Yeah," I whisper.
"And then what?" He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.
"And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense," I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.
"Then I want you to stop." I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.
"Stop?" He asks in shock.
"Yep," I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.
"And then what?" He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.
"Then I want you to ravish me again," I answer, and his hands drop to my ass, squeezing me again, but this time he lifts me up and harshly slams me into his cock. The fullness is so abrupt and the aggressiveness so unexpected that the wind catches in my throat.
"And then?" He tilts his head, his hands still gripping my ass.
"Stop." I say, looking directly into his eyes. His hunger is growing as quickly as his erection, but he’s trying his best to stay in control.
"And how long do you want to torture me with this magic between your legs?" he asks.
"Until you can’t take it anymore… Until you can’t stop yourself, and you explode inside of me," I press our lips together, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans on my tongue and this time I swallow his pleasure.
With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he begins walking, and I pull away from our deep kiss, looking around in confusion. Thomas is serious, his mouth clenched and his eyes focused as he stalks through the kitchen.
"Where are we going?" I scrunch my nose in confusion.
"To fuck you. That’s what you want, right?" He asks while continuing to walk through his immaculate apartment.
"That’s exactly what I want. But where are you taking me?" I repeat.
"Don’t tell me I have to stand while following all your rules," he smirks and I do the only thing I can do, lean in to kiss him with every drop of passion in my body.
After what feels like minutes he arrives in the living room we passed on our way to the kitchen earlier, and he lowers me onto the sofa, the leather feels cool and soft on my naked back. Looking down at me, I can tell he’s eager, hungry to begin, so I wrap my legs and arms tightly around him, silently assuring him I’m ready.
Without warning, he pumps me hard and fast, I shriek in delight and we share a flash of a smile together before he slides out of me and slams right back in. We each moan, our faces, close and our eyes locked as he moves in a fast and rough style that couldn’t really be described as a rhythm, it’s a pounding.
Doing just as I told him, he drives into me with everything he’s got, his body hovered on the sofa above me, and I squeeze him with my muscles while he fucks me so hard it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
"This what you want?" He grunts, his words coordinating with his thrusts, as I bounce, my breasts squished against his chest. Every plunge is so hard, so animalistic, that my ass shakes violently when our bodies collide.
This was supposed to be torture for him, but my body didn’t get the memo, because it’s climbing to its own release, and I have no plans of stopping myself. The waves build and I lift myself to meet him at the thrust, our bodies working against each other, making the vibrations even stronger.
"Fuck!" He bites out, and I keep going, just as he does, each of us moaning and groaning as it gets better with every movement.
My pussy is creaming, clenching and crying out for him, and my hand go into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Lowering his face to my neck, he drives faster, his hips beginning to buck in the way they do when he focuses on his own pleasure, and it turns me on, my climax within strokes.
"Thomas! Yes, baby! Yes!" I scream, ready to fall over the edge.
"This what you want?" He growls.
"Yes! Fuck me, baby!" I yell back, my release within seconds.
And then he slams into me, stilling as his nose presses into my neck. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when I realize he too was ready to explode, so according to my rules, he’s stopped himself. After a brief pause, I imagine for him to regain his composure, he begins rocking slowly into me, my waves still present, but much less severe.
"Yes, baby! Just like that," I moan when he begins to speed up, his hands gripping my hair to pull my head back so he can look down at my face.
"You’re fucking beautiful," he whispers, so low I barely hear him, but I can’t focus on his romantic compliments right now, my orgasm is trying to run away and I want it. I need it. I’m a slave to that pleasure.
"Fuck me, Thomas!" I yell and without hesitation he slams into me, sliding out quickly only to re-submerge in my wetness, a loud splashing sound loud and clear in the silence of his grand living room.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" He growls, one of his hands falls to my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. It’s so possessive, I just love whenever he grips me and focuses on his own desires when he’s inside of me.
"Yes! Give it to me, baby!" I try to sound aggressive, but my emotions get the best of me, my voice cracking and trembling as the waves of my orgasm threaten to tear me apart.
"It’s yours, Nicole! Fuck!" He growls, and my muscles tense, his words spurring me on.
"Oh, baby!" I yell, and he pounds my tight pussy, hard and fast, again and again.
Leaning down, I dig my teeth in his neck and he instantly stills inside of me, again pushed to his limit. I can feel him panting against my neck as I too struggle to catch my breath. This is the most intense and aggressive we’ve ever been. It’s beyond erotic, but of course he makes it sensual as well.
Gripping
his neck, I lift myself, sliding off of his length, coated in my cream, and then slowly lower myself, sliding into him. He doesn’t move, his face buried in my neck, his breathing still fast and out of control. I know he’s not ready to start back up, but now I’m being selfish, my body hungry for him.
Lifting his head, Thomas looks down at me as his hips finally begin rocking, and not a second too soon. The vibrations are already on edge, I know it won’t take long for me, and from the look on his face, I think he’s fighting his own climax.
His jaw is so defined, as he clenches his teeth, glaring at me as I run my nails across his chest, watching his eyes cloud over before his eyelids slowly close, his pace increasing. My moans are loud and long as he slams into me, grunting so aggressively I feel myself losing control.
"Baby! Oh, Thomas, baby!" I cry, the waves racking through me.
"Oh, fuck! Baby, I can’t stop," he growls, his hips rocking into me as he lifts and falls into my sex.
"Don’t stop! Oh, baby!" I moan, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him, pulling into me with every thrust.
"Yeah, baby! Ungh!" he growls, his face now in my neck.
Tugging at my earlobe, I lose it, screaming his name as I fall into a climactic ecstasy, my body recklessly surging toward him, my greedy pussy begging for more pounding. To my surprise, Thomas doesn’t stop, or even slow. Instead, his body rages faster and stronger as my weak limbs struggle to hold onto his flexed muscles.
"Oh, fuck! Nicole! Baby!" He growls, and I tug at his ear, the sound that falls from his lips makes my sex clench as the aftershocks of my orgasm rock through me.
"Give it to me, baby! I want to feel you!" I yell, tugging at his hair.
"Nicole! Baby! Fuck! It’s yours!" He growls, his hands holding my hips so I can’t even move to meet him as he plunges into me.
"Yes! Baby! Ahh, Thomas," I’m moaning now, my lips on his neck as I rub my nose against his skin.
"Fuck! Fuck! I can’t…" He fades out, his voice turning to a growl as he punishes my pussy with reckless thrusts.
After a few more harsh pumps, his pace slows and I feel his cock twitch and spasm, knowing he’s finally let loose, but he doesn’t stop. Rocking into me slowly, he roars so loudly it shocks me, as he releases inside of me. I’ve never felt him this intense, or heard him make such noises. It’s beyond sexy and satisfying, and then he finally slows to a still.
Wrapping my limbs tightly, around him, I rub my hand over his back as he holds me tightly, his face still pressed tightly against my neck. We’re both panting and drenched in sweat, our bodies folding together like they were made for each other.
"What are you doing to me?" He finally mutters, lifting so we’re face to face.
"I’m trying to drive you as crazy as you drive me," I smirk, leaning up to offer my lips, but Thomas doesn’t move, instead he just stares at me with an emotion I can’t read clouding his eyes. There’s no more lust, just this look of awe and a shadow of a smirk, and then he leans down and presses his lips against mine softly.
"You’re definitely driving me crazy, Nicole," he says softly, using my name like he does whenever he’s serious about something.
"Welcome to the club." I smile, leaning up to kiss him once more before he collapses between my legs, his body obviously exhausted and slippery with a blend of our sweat. With our bodies still connected, our limbs intertwined, we hold each other until our breathing syncs and sleep sweeps over us.
Thomas
"I’ve been trying to get a hold of you," my dad says when I finally answer his call. He’s been trying to call me, but I've been busy with Nicole most of the time. The rest of the time, I just didn’t answer, but he doesn't need to know any of that.
"I’m sorry," I say. "You’ve got me on the line, now."
I've been dreading this conversation with my father. There are four days left before my return. I can't imagine any other reason he'd call than to arrange what needs to be done. My father never calls just to catch up.
"I've booked the plane for you," he says. "Hermann will be there on Monday morning to pick you up. I expect you to be at the airfield at six, sharp. I don’t want Hermann to go out of his way to get you, and then you’re late."
I roll my eyes. We pay Hermann to go out of his way, to wait, to do whatever it is that's expected of him. He works for us. I don't work for him.
"I’ll be there," I say. "Can’t afford to miss that flight, right?"
"Are you trying to make a joke?" my father asks.
I sigh. "Of course, not."
After a moment of silence, where I can imagine my father’s irritated look, he carries on.
"I’ve also arranged for someone to take care of your furniture. They will move it and sell it off."
I sit down on the edge of my bed and lean my elbows on my knees.
"Why are you organizing everything for me?" I ask. "I can take care of it."
"I know you can. But like you said, you’re very busy. And I don’t want you taking any chances. I know you’ll try to extend your stay any way you can. I need you back here doing your duties. I’m making sure everything goes according to plan."
Right, the plan where I have to serve my country for the rest of my life. The bit of freedom I've experienced here, the person I’ve become, has just been an illusion. I've never belonged to myself, no matter how much I’d entertained the idea. I would never belong to anything other than Elanda.
"What you will do while you’re waiting for the plane to take you home is take care of whatever business you have left there. You will come to Elanda with no loose ends. I have a strict schedule lined up for you, and you will not have time to return to the States any time soon."
I know what he's trying to say. Say my goodbyes. End all relationships.
"I can’t travel?" I ask.
"You will be traveling. A lot. We have many meetings to attend with other world leaders. It’s important they get used to your face. America is not our most pressing concern, though. We will get there in due time."
I listen to my father ramble on about politics. It's the only thing he can ever discuss with me. Nicole had mentioned that I never spoke about them. It's hard speaking about people I don't know. She’d said that I was hard to read, that I was difficult to get to know without asking questions outright.
The truth is, I'm not sure what there is to get to know anymore. I'm a product of my circumstances now. What do I have to offer her that's unique and my own, not influenced by who I'm supposed to become?
Not much, I suspect, so far. And not much at all when the time comes for me to take my rightful place as leader of a country.
"Don’t disappoint me, Thomas," my father says. "You are the only heir to the throne. If you don’t step in, we will have to hand over our country to distant family in Poland, and it will mean nothing. Everything we have done will be for nothing."
I sigh. I had learned about the distant family when I was young. I was encouraged to dislike them due to their heritage. If something were to happen to me before I have an heir, they'd become the leaders of something that's been in our family for centuries.
"You have made it clear how serious this is," I say. "I know I have to come back. I made a deal with you, and I will honor it. You don’t need to treat me like a child."
"We’ll make a king of you yet," my father says. "For now, you are just a prince. I will see you on Tuesday morning after you have refreshed yourself."
The line goes dead. I stare at my phone’s screen. This is my future. This is what waits for me on the other side.
Great.
I don't have many loose ends to tie up. I have a few friends and little else now that I'm done with my studies.
It's only Nicole left in my life now. I'll have to lose her, though. I won't tell her who I am. I can't take her with me. There's no way she'll give up her life for me, and I wouldn’t ask her to do that. It's her independence that has drawn me to her, among so many other things that I’ve fallen fo
r.
Yes, I’ve fallen for her. Fallen in love. I've never cared about any of the women in my life, and God knows there's been a lot of them. But just as my life here in America is coming to an end, I've come across the one woman I would have liked to spend more time with.
I hate the fact that I’ve fallen in love. She's everything a woman should be, kind, generous, and compassionate, but completely herself, too. And I have to lose her. Why couldn’t she just have been a booty call? Why did we meet at all? When I’d looked into her gray eyes, eyes that had reminded me of the sea, I should just have kept walking.
I’d been arrogant, though. Arrogant and confident. I was sure I could make her my own. And instead, she had stolen my heart. Was this punishment for all the women I’d messed with? All the one-night stands? All the times I hadn’t cared?
It feels like it.
I drop my head into my hands. I should've told her what was going on. Maybe not the part about me being a prince. That's a bitter pill to swallow. Maybe not for her, but for me, and that's enough. But I could've told her that I was leaving. I'd be gone in four days’ time, and she doesn't even know about it.
