Free A Prince's Ransom: Kidnapped by the Billionaire by Ella Slade Page B

her. “Of course, I have sampled this part of you already, and I was pleased with what I found even before you were properly prepared. Now , however, I am quite eager to experience it properly, to know for myself how such folds will feel wrapped around me.” His hand shifted between her thighs, his pinky finger was sliding into her. Katherine arched up, groaning when he pulled his fingers free of her mouth, and she gasped, her breathing ragged.
    “Tell me, Katherine,” he whispered to her, catching her chin and tilting her head up. He hovered over her, one finger slowly searching upwards until it was poised just atop her clit, and she breathed out roughly. “For all your arguments about choosing your husband, finding someone to love … what American boy will ever touch you this way?” Eric’s lips brushed at hers, and she whimpered. “Could you live with never feeling it again?”
    The question was punctuated immediately with more fingers plunging inside of her. She howled and arched hard against the wall, almost slamming her head back against the tiles except for how he had hold of her chin. His thumb and forefinger wrapped around her clit, rubbing at the edges and gently squeezing the tender button that made her mind flash white with growing need.
    “Eric!” she gasped desperately, pulling harder than she meant to on her wrists and finding one free. Her arm immediately wrapped around his neck, but he only laughed that she’d managed it.
    “Have I teased you enough then, sweet creature?” he whispered huskily into her ear. “Very well. Say it again—say what you want, and I shall give it to you. But know this, I do not think I could ignore my own wants a second time.”
    “I want you,” she gasped, unable to try and hold onto her dignity this time. She was in a shower with him and he had just done things to her that had felt too damn good to deny. “I want you to take me! My Prince , please take me!”
    “Good girl.” He pulled his hand out of her all at once, and jerked loose the coils binding her other arm. The showerhead fell, spraying their legs and hips as he wrapped his arms around her, gripping her ass and hoisting her into the air. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her other arm wrapped around his neck with the first, clutching herself against him, nails digging into his back and shoulders. Without waiting any longer, his cock slammed into her soaked, pulsing slit, and he groaned into her throat where his lips were buried.
    “Katherine…” he growled into her, and she shut her eyes tightly, squeezing herself around him and pulling him closer, even as her hips started to spasm furiously.
    “ My Prince …” she whispered, and he let out a shout as he hilted inside of her, burying himself as deeply as he could and groaning into her skin. His hips jerked, and Katherine cried out, tiny mewls of desperation escaping her as she started to sag against him, panting and blinking blearily. She was completely unaware of the growing cold in their shower as she released against him, writhing as he came into her, buried against her like he actually cared.
    Katherine blinked a little, realizing that it was still dark in her room with the canopy bed untied to keep out the eventual morning sun. The sun wasn’t here yet, though, and she rolled over to search for the clock on the bedside table. She made a face to see that it was only two in the morning, and started to roll back over to go back to sleep—only to stop at the sound of a click. Frowning drowsily, she sat up a little bit, looking toward the door and then looking to the spot next to her in the bed where Eric had ended up. They had half-destroyed the room for a few hours before finally being satisfied and collapsing into bed from exhaustion.
    Except he wasn’t there now, and her throat tightened; her fingers brushed over the warmth he’d left behind, and she slowly leaned back into the pillows. Why was she surprised? Why was she even letting