Lucien Volkov:
I caught both of her wrists before she could do something reckless.
"Easy," I whispered, tightening my grip just enough to hold her back, "I only wanted to know it from you."
She refused to look at me as her entire body trembled.
"I’ll believe whatever you tell me, Arabella," we were still kneeling before each other, and I couldn’t move my gaze from her hazel one. For a long moment, she said nothing, then her lips parted, "I... I ..."
It seemed like the words refused to come out of her mouth. As if some unseen force was stopping her from speaking.
Tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks as she looked at me in pure helplessness. Her hazel eyes were pleading me silently to understand.
But understand what? Why wasn’t she speaking?
Did her family scare her? Was it because of Victor? The fucker was sent back to his family, and I intended to punish him at any cost.
But if Arabella was truly innocent, then there could be a future for us.
"Hell, yes," Zorro roared in my head.
Arabella was still staring at me with those Hazel doe eyes. Without thinking, I slid one arm around her waist and the other beneath her knees before pulling her onto my lap. When I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, she instinctively straddled me.
I didn’t care that her clothes were still drenched from the shower, soaking through my pants. My hand settled against the back of her head while the other rubbed slow circles over her trembling back.
That was when I realized that her body was emitting heat through those drenched shorts. I wanted to ask her not to move because my cock had hardened and I was sure she could feel it poking her pussy.
She swallowed hard, and now there was no fear in those eyes. Only desire. Her delicate fingers clutched my shirt as she tried to balance herself while moving up and down slowly.
"Damn..." I muttered, clenching my teeth, "Princess..."
"I’m sorry..." she said breathlessly, "I ... I don’t know what’s happening... Y...Your Highness," A bead of sweat tickled down her forehead, but she didn’t stop.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked up into mine through those thick lashes of hers.
She was so beautiful. So innocent.
I trailed my thumb over her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. I had already forgotten why I was even here.
Her breathing became stronger, and she began sucking on my thumb hungrily.
"Would she treat our cock the same way?" Zorro asked me breathlessly. I smiled coldly down at her; my urge for her only grew... man! I needed her.
"I ... I don’t know what’s happening to me, Your... oh... Highness." She whispered as she moaned while sucking my thumb with a spurt of energy, straddling me more with the power I didn’t know she possessed.
"Our mate has gotten a little meat there. Her health is improving," Zorro felt delirious when he noticed her curve. Though she still needed a lot of food to recover.
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