The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 25

~ ENRIQUE ~

My eyes are blazing as I look at the vision in the mirror, her eyes are half closed, her plump lips parted, her cheeks flushed, and her head is pressed against mine as she tries to hold back her whimpers as I tantalisingly rub her tiny pearl of pleasure.

Her large breasts rise and fall, awakening an illicit desire within me and I’m enjoying this far too much. Far more than I should, but she’s a temptation I’m unable to keep away from.

Seeing her in this tiny bodysuit, she looks better than any fucking woman I’ve seen before.

My cock throbs against her and I know she can feel it but it doesn’t deter her. Instead, she simply slips her fingertips through the gaps in my button-down shirt, grazing my chest with the back of her fingers.

Fuck, why does she have to be so enticing?

And the fact I’m the first man who has touched her like this, that just makes her all the more fucking appealing.

I want to do more, so much fucking more, but the white lingerie is a stark reminder of the fact she is not just a girl willing for a quick hook up a changing room. If I don’t stop, I won’t be able to.

Burying my head in her neck, I inhale her delicious scent, flicking my tongue over her soft skin and enjoying the taste of her before I suck slightly on her skin, relishing in one last moment of how good her pussy feels before I slip my finger out from her bodysuit.

She gasps, her eyes flying open as I look her in the eye. “Not disappointed that I stopped, are you, princesa? What’s the rush? We have enough time together to unleash hell.” I smirk slightly before I slip my finger into her mouth. “You taste good, don’t you think?”

Her cheeks colour a gorgeous pink.

“Taste yourself,” I command.

Her heart’s thudding wildly as her tongue flicks out and lightly rakes over my finger.

She can do better than that, but I think this is enough for today…

I remove my finger from her mouth, rubbing it along her plump lips before I slip it into my own mouth, making her cheeks darken as I wrap my lips around it, making sure I get every last taste of her that remains on my finger.

“Delicious…”

Fucking delicious.

“Your body is so responsive…” I murmur, my gaze dipping to her hardened nipples.

She presses her legs together, blushing profusely as if just realising what we were doing as she tries to cover her breasts, only succeeding in squeezing them together sexily.

“When you want to go further… come to me wearing this piece… I’ll show you the world of sin,” I murmur, drinking up how good she looks one last time.

Fuck, I want her.

I pull away, remembering who she is, but it’s not like I’m saying I want her, just her body. “Get dressed and let’s go,” I say suddenly.

“Y-yes!” she says as I step out of the dressing room, almost bumping into the saleswoman.

“Did they fit?” she asks awkwardly as if she had not just stood there for the last several minutes.

“Yes, pack up your best lingerie in that size for her and whatever else you think she’ll need.”

“Of course, sir!” the woman’s excitement outweighs her burning cheeks, clearly having been listening to us and now excited about a successful sale.

I glance down at the front of my pants, trying to think of anything that can get me out of this hard-on, and whilst she gets dressed, I take a mental trip down memory lane and that does the job nicely.

But it also ruins my mood entirely. We still have clothes shopping to do and then I need to set my plan into action…

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“These are more than enough. I will make sure I get my replacement card and I will pay you back,” she promises as she looks at the final set of bags that I have just put into the trunk.

She kept insisting we were getting too many things, but I refused to listen. Her hair is shining in the sun, and she looks breathtaking. There’s no denying that, and I can’t get the image of her in that lace out of my head.

“No need. I don’t need anything to be paid back. I chose to get you this stuff, these are clothes for the woman to be my Luna.” I reply coldly, slamming the trunk down.

She had also insisted she had brought clothes with her but I refused to listen. I am taking this chance to figure her out, although she is hard to read. She switches from cute, to sexy, to thoughtful, to observant and serious.

She’s silent as she straps on her seatbelt. She’s wearing a knee-length pale blue dress with small black and white flowers on it, but it’s the corset bodice and those strings that are messing with my head again.

As much as I wanted to choose clothes for her, she had been pretty confident in the clothes store, and I ended up remaining silent as she checked the fabrics and styles, so instead, I purchased anything she lingered at.

There was one habit that she has that I picked up on. She would always check the tag before purchasing and was more drawn to the clothes that were more reasonable in price.

But today was about being reasonable and so I didn’t push her to the limit I wanted to. I did select a few dresses for her, some sexy pieces that I wanted to see her in, but that was it.

“May I stop at my apartment I was renting? I will just grab my things and… need to check out.”

Is she really alone? I don’t know… seems unbelievable.

“Did your father really allow you to come here alone?” I ask.

She looks across at me before she looks ahead. “I am never alone, regardless of where I am,” she responds vaguely.

I don’t ask her anything further except the address and head to where she was staying. I’m sure Jose could have figured this place out, but instead, he kept secrets from me.

We reach the apartment, and she is able to get a key card from the front counter after a word with the man behind the desk and we both make our way up.

The apartment has been lived in. Even if she’s lying to me, I’m no fool. The smell isn’t of a room abandoned for a few days, and there’s far too much cleaning product sprayed as if trying to get rid of someone’s scent.

My eyes flash as I contain my irritation. It means she’s been in contact with whoever is here and they cleared out before we got here.

‘Carlos. The man at the front desk, ask him about who else was at this apartment, and where they are now. She’s not in Puerto Rico alone.’

‘Understood Alpha.’ He replies quickly.

“I’ll get my things.” She says, glancing around the empty apartment before she walks across to one of the doors that leads out.