The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- KATALEYA -

My heart thumps as I feel his eyes incinerating into me. My entire body is burning with a fire that only his touch can put out.

"F**k..." he breathes, his voice sounding rougher than normal as he runs his thumb down the centre of my back, continuing down the small of my back and over the lace that my a*s has swallowed up. He leaves a trail of sparks in his wake, making my breath hitch. My core throbs and he slips his fingers between my booty cheeks tantalisingly, but only for a split second before he reaches up to my shoulders slipping his hands under the fabric and sliding it down. His gloved hand applies slightly less pressure than his real hand, and he runs his fingers back up that arm, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

I can feel his callous fingertips against the smooth skin of my arm. I lean back, my heart thundering loudly as his lips ghost along my shoulder. He inhales deeply, gripping the front of my dress. He's about to tug it off when I place my hand over his. "Shall- shall we go inside?" I suggest softly, looking up at him, feeling extremely self-conscious under his gaze.

This all feels like a dream that is so perfect that I'm afraid at any moment reality will pull it away from me.

A breathtaking smirk plays on his kissable lips as he reaches over and opens the door.

"Well played..." I blush, only making his smirk grow. "After you, Mi Amor," he whispers seductively, his arm snaking around my waist, as he brushes his fingers along my throat.

My heart dancing to a rhythm that only he knows how to play. He guides me inside and I almost feel as if I might fall if he's not holding me. I can feel his m*****d pressed against me, a sinful reminder of what is to come tonight.

This is what I want, the pleasure of his caress, his touch, his passion.

My breath hitches as he kisses my shoulder sensually, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck, you smell divine..." his voice is deeper, coarser, coated with l**t and hunger.

The moment we are inside he kicks the door shut, and with one swift move, yanks my dress down to my waist making my breasts spill out, the fabric pulling at my hips before he has it completely off, leaving me in that white lace he had chosen for me back then. I knew what I wanted, knew that I wanted to give myself to him. He is more to me than I can ever express.

I gasp when his tongue flicks the corner of my neck, his hand ghosting along my waist and the bare skin on the side of my hips. His eyes are burning into me as I feel him step back, and I brave glancing back at him, only to see his molten gold eyes fixed on my booty. He slips his fingers under the lace which is already tight, and I bite my lip, feeling the fabric press on my already sensitive pussy and between my booty cheeks. He yanks on it and a whimper escapes me, making a low growl vibrate in his chest.

"Fuck, I love when you moan for me," he growls huskily, turning me to face him, his eyes fixed on my breasts.

His nostrils flare and I know he can smell how turned on I am, just as I can see how turned on he is... He steps closer, biting his lip as he

squeezes my ass, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

My cheeks burn as I feel him throb against me, that tantalising smirk not leaving his face.

*This ass... fuck its perfection," he growls, his expression becoming one of hunger. He wraps his other arm around my waist as he leans down, pausing for a second, his gold eyes meeting my pink ones. For a fraction of a second, it feels like he's giving me a chance to back out.

"I wonder..." he murmurs, as his gloved hand rests against the back of my head as his eyes flicker from my hair to my eyes and nose, until they linger on my lips again.

"You wonder what?" I whisper. His proximity already robbed me of my breath.

"I wonder if the Goddess stole my vision of what the epitome of beauty looks like right from my mind when she decided to create you... because there's no other fucking way that a person could be this perfect and fucking beautiful in my eyes."

I can't help my smile slightly, his words sending my stomach into an even stronger frenzy of butterflies.

"Maybe she did... but I think she did the same with my thoughts when she made you," I whisper, making him scoff as his nose nudges mine.

Why can't you see what I see in you?

"You're fucking delusional..." he breathes, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me with such raw, strong passion that my entire body erupts with tingles of pleasure. His lips move against mine with such fervour I can't think, kissing, nibbling, sucking on mine as if he never wants to stop.

Then we're kissing one another, teleported to a world where there's just the two of us.

I run my hands up his arms, relishing the feel of his firm muscles beneath my fingers, before I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him impossibly closer, my fingers combing through his lush curls.

His kiss and his touch, it gives me a power I have never experienced before. He makes me feel so alive, so confident... as if something sleeping deep inside of me has awoken.

His hand roams my body, and I slide my hand down his neck, wanting to feel his body against mine without these clothes between us. I fumble with his buttons, but with him kissing me, I'm unable to undo them. I gasp for air as he continues to kiss me as he withdraws his hand from my thigh and begins to unbutton his shirt before he pulls it off, his muscles flexing before he tosses it to the ground.

Oh Goddess...

I lick my lips, my mouth feeling so dry as I admire his godly body. My stomach somersaults as his chest brushes against mine and I close my eyes, feeling dizzy as he begins kissing my neck as he cups my thigh, wrapping one arm around my waist.

He slaps my ass lightly before squeezing it and making me whimper. He steps back and lifts me up bridal style, carrying me across the room.

I automatically lock my arms around his neck, burying my face into his neck, inhaling his scent, my heart thumping in anticipation. His touch creates ripple after ripple of pleasure that dance through me.

He places me on the bed, his eyes raking over me as I press my thighs together the moment his gaze falls to my pussy. I blush as he slides his hands between my thighs and forces me to part them.

"Do not hide from me, Mi Diosa," he murmurs huskily as he climbs on top of me, forcing my legs wider and I whimper, feeling his manhood throb against my pubic bone as he begins ravishing me with passionate kisses.

One moment his lips are on mine, and then he's trailing them down my jaw and neck.

"Oh, Enrique..." I moan when he squeezes my breast, continuing to make his way lower, kissing and sucking on my breasts. I look down, my heart thundering as I take deep breaths, watching him ravish my breasts, every kiss inching closer to my hardened n****e. I tangle my fingers into his hair, my eyes fluttering shut the moment he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, making me moan loudly as my back arches. Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Job ni b. com. He tugs my bodysuit down off my breasts, and I gasp as I hear the slight tear as he frees my breasts completely from their confines and fondles one of them as he takes the n****e of the other in his mouth. Intoxicating pleasure...NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I cry out when he bites down on it, that sting of pleasure igniting something else within me, and I pull him up, unable to control the desire that burns through me. He lets out a quiet groan as I kiss him, my hands reaching between us. I run my hands over the planes of his torso, my fingers sliding into the band of his pants.

He pulls back, his liquid gold eyes meeting mine.

"Patience, Mi Amor... I'm nowhere near done with you..." he whispers, making me blush deeply. "And it seems you enjoyed that..."

He kisses me passionately but keeps it short as he squeezes my b****t and takes a n****e in his mouth again, sucking on it. That delicious jolt makes me wriggle, the pressure intensifying.

He runs his hand down my waist and hip, caressing my thigh before he slips his fingers between my thighs, and I gasp when he pushes the lace aside, sliding his fingers between my soaking folds.

"Oh, that's it..." I whimper, and then his finger rubs my clit making my eyes fly open, a loud horny moan escaping me as I grip onto his back tighter.

"Does that feel good, Princesa?" he whispers, twirling his tongue around my n****e as he begins rubbing my c**t in round circular movements, the double dose of pleasure making me moan helplessly. "Mhmm," I nod.

He pauses, a devilish smirk crossing his lips and I almost pout, wanting him to continue but he doesn't. Instead his fingers ghost down my inner thigh as he looks up at me. "What was that, Mi Amor? I'm afraid I didn't understand."

I pout, wriggling as I try to get anything to satiate the intense need for him to continue touching me.

"Let's try that again..." he whispers, trailing his tongue up the valley of my breasts.

"Do you like me touching your soaking p***y?" he murmurs huskily as he traces my lips with his tongue. I caress it with mine before looking into his eyes.

"Yes, Papi," I whisper, making a deep growl rumble in his chest and my eyes fly open when he thrusts his finger into me...