The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

AXEL

“Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness, my darling?” I asked, my voice low, rough as her hand slipped under my shirt, roaming and touching.

“Yes,” she answered in a breath, her eyes lowered, her lips parted. “But you getting on your knees would be too boring, don’t you think?”

Her hand moved to my chest, feeling it before her finger circles around my nipple.

“Then what other way should I beg for her majesty’s forgiveness?”

She pinched my nipple, and I moaned out a breath, a jolt shooting up my spine. I planted my hand above her head, my other hand still on her ass as I leaned into her, my face above hers, as I panted, “Tell me, majesty.”

“I’m majesty now?” she asked with a small smile, her voice teasing.

I kissed the top of her nose. “In my eyes you’re everything. Tomorrow you might be an empress. So tell.”

“Please me, Axel,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed, her eyelashes grazing her cheekbone as she blinked rapidly. “I want to feel your hands on me, your lips kissing all over my skin, your dick between my legs, pounding into me and making me forget all about everything but you.”

It seems my lungs had forgotten how to work because I can no longer draw air to breathe probably. I could only blink at her, my lips opening and closing, and yet no words came out.

She smiled softly, her finger once again circling my nipple. “Is the almighty Axel out of words?”

I swallowed when my throat felt drier than a desert. “Yes. Indeed he is.”

“We don’t need words for this, Axel. Please just touch me.”

“You should never beg.”

“And yet you’re making me beg.”

“Do you know what is more dishonorable than a man who can’t keep his word?” She shook her head. “A man who can’t keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.”

“How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under

ny shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn’t be burning like this. I wouldn’t be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager”

“Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no power. She was winning, and she knew it.

“It is, but I know what I’m feeling is much more.”

I searched her eyes, hoping. “And what are you feeling?”

“There are no words for it. Not yet.”

“So there’s hope?”

She kissed me softly. “Always.”

Always.

“It means what it means, Rosette. But fret not, your highness, I’ll make you feel just as good.”

I hissed as pleasure shot up my spine, but I didn’t stop sucking. I squeezed her other breast, my tongue circling the nipple of the one in my mouth.

She pressed her hand on my dick, massaging it from my pants, and I locked my knees to keep myself upright.

My other hand slipped into her pants, parting her cheeks and going down until they found her wet folds.

“Fuck,” I cursed softly. “You’re so wet for me.”

She moaned because that was all she could do at the moment, rubbing my dick and pushing back on my hand even though I wasn’t doing anything.

“Axel, please…” she begged in a breath.

“Shh,” I hushed softly as I pulled away to look at her and see the complete look of ecstasy on her face. “Her majesty should never beg.”

“Then give me what I want,” she hissed, her jaw clenched.

I smiled. “Of course.”

I pulled her pants and underwear down, freeing my dick from its cage. It throbbed, eager and leaking.

She looked down at it, the hunger in her eyes increasing.

“Press your legs together,” I commanded and she did, closing her legs until there wasn’t any space between them.

I grabbed her ass tightly, pushing my dick between her closed legs, and it slid between her folds, parting them and immediately getting soaked with her juice.