Sons of Lyra: Slave Princess by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online

She’d never felt such pleasure
before and it surprised her that it could come from something as
innocent as a kiss.

    “ Kayla,” he
whispered up at her.

    She looked down at him,
realising for the first time that she had a man on his knees,
subservient. No, not just a man. She had a prince of Lyra on his
knees and he wore a look that said he would die if she welcomed him
inside her. She ran her fingers around his earlobe and then under
his jaw. Reaching his chin, she lifted her fingers and was amazed
when he followed her silent command and stood.

    Her tongue brushed his
skin again, exploring his chest. He sighed and caught hold of her
waist. She fell backwards onto the bed with him on top of her. His
crotch pressed against hers, his lips coursing over her neck and
downwards. She stretched her arms out above her head on the bed and
closed her eyes, giving herself over to her desire and
him.

    His lips closed around her
left nipple and he gave a gentle pull on it. She arched her back
against him and moaned. Before she knew what she was doing, she had
her legs wrapped around his waist and had bunched the bed sheets up
into her fists.

    “ Balt,” she
breathed, his name unsteady on her lips. She wanted more, wanted
him to touch her all over, taking her out of this universe and into
one of their own making. She screwed her eyes shut when his tongue
flicked and swirled around her nipple, torturing her.
“Balt...”

    He grabbed her hips and
ground against her, powerful and rough. She moaned again and rubbed
her pussy against his hard cock. The friction was exquisite. She
wished she could feel his cock against her, its silken flesh
sliding against her slick pussy. He thrust again, catching her clit
and making it pulse with pleasure.

    He kissed across to her
other breast, laving and suckling the nipple until it was so taut
that it hurt. She ran her hands down his back, pressing her fingers
in hard in the hopes of driving him on. The tattered threads of her
control began to slip through her grasp. She wanted to feel his
cock against her. She needed it.

    Tugging him upwards, she
got him high enough that she could reach the dark trunks that
formed the barrier between her and what she wanted. She pushed them
down, her eyes immediately on his cock as it sprang free. He stood
and removed his trunks for her. Her eyes widened at the length of
his hard cock as he drew a hand down it to reveal the sensitive
crown. She licked her lips.

    Before she could move
towards him to get a taste, he’d knelt before her at the end of the
bed and had spread her thighs. She flung her head back and moaned
loudly as his thumbs parted her pussy lips and brushed against her
clit, quickly followed by his tongue. Her fingers closed around the
sheets and her thighs tensed as he licked her, flicking the pert
nub and sending her out of her mind. She bit her tongue to stop
herself from moaning as loudly, fearing someone would hear. His
tongue delved lower, probing her entrance and making hot shivers of
need explode inside her. She grabbed his hair with one hand and
arched her back. He placed her legs over his shoulders and drew her
towards him until her backside was almost off the bed. She pressed
her feet into his shoulders and spread her legs, encouraging him to
continue. She needed more.

    He slid a finger down her
slick pussy and then eased it up into her. Her breath escaped her
in a sigh as she felt the slightest sense of satisfaction and her
hunger abated. He pumped her slowly with his finger as he licked
her clit, sending tingles through her that built until she was
riding his finger, unable to stop herself.

    She came with a harsh
moan, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes and her pussy
clenching his finger as he continued to thrust it inside her. She
rode it still, not wanting to relinquish it or the delicious
feeling of it being in her.

    His movements slowed and
his tongue caressed her clit, steadily teasing her and arousing her
again. She