THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 103: Just Do It

Chapter 103: Just Do It

Reagan already stood waiting to capture me in his arms as I flew directly at him and pressed my lips against his. Reagan was already eager to grab me by the waist, steadying me as he took control of the kiss.

With one hand on my waist and the other on my neck, Reagan kissed me deeply and this time around it was filled with desperation and hunger, all for me!

Regan’s arms wrapped tightly around me at the waist as if he was scared that I might get away from him.

Reagan groaned into the kiss before he grabbed me and walked me backwards into a nearby tree. A soft gasp escaped my lips as the back of my spine hit the rough back of the tree, Reagan swallowed my gasp as his hands roamed over my body with a sense of urgency.

There was no stopping the moan that escaped me as I fisted Reagan’s shirt, drawing him closer to me. I couldn’t get enough of him, I swear I just couldn’t!

Reagan’s fingers burrowed into my neck, his thumb tracing over the pulse that throbbed wildly beneath my skin. He kissed me as if he was trying to consume every piece of me, as if he was trying to make up for every part that he had broken.

I shoved him away from him and he stumbled backwards but still held me so he was close to me.

"I hate you!" I felt inclined to say as I stared into his eyes.

Reagan panted as he stared at me, "I know." He said his voice barely above a whisper.

"This means nothing!" I stared.

Reagan nodded his head at me, "Agreed!"

We stared at each other for a minute and then almost at once we were back in each other’s arms unable to stop the burning passion that had been ignited within us.

Reagan’s lips crashed into mine, all teeth and hunger. His hard body pressed against mine and I could feel all his body, including that hard part that pressed against my aching center.

I moaned into his mouth as I held on to him, my fingers twisting in his hair, I couldn’t get him close to me enough. I needed him, I needed him right now!

Reagan groaned again, and I moaned in response inching to get closer towards him and he held me tightly as if he was scared, scared of letting me go.

But this could all be some sort of trick to him. He might not really care about me and this was just us being slaves to our desires.

There is no denying the pull between Reagan and I. He knows how to touch my body in ways no man can. His touch is one I’ve longed for, one I’ve missed!

One touch is all it takes, just one is all it takes for me to succumb to my desires. I moaned when Reagan’s hand roughly yanked my shirt to the side, reaching to cup my breast with his hand.

I couldn’t stop the hiss that escaped me when he pinched my nipple.

Ah fuck! I cursed as I threw my head backwards. As he bent down to suck my nipples, I fisted my hand in his hair and yanked him backwards.

"This..." I breathed out trying to catch my breath, "Just so you know this doesn’t mean anything at all!"

A slow smirk pulled on Reagan’s face. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."

"Liar!" I shot at him even though a smile was starting to form on my lips. M

"You started it!"

"And I mean it!" I whispered, "You hurt me, Reagan

The smile vanished from Reagan’s face as he stared at me with nothing but sincerity in his gaze. "I know and I’m sorry."

"Yeah, you keep saying that." I muttered as I brought him closer to me, "But how about you show me?" I whispered against his lips.

Reagan’s smile immediately came back as I used his hair to pull him closer to me for a kiss. Reagan kisses me on the lips, this one was soft and filled with promises this time around. I mewled into his mouth welcoming the feel of his warm mouth on mine and the way he kisses me slowly, softly, almost as if he were trying to memorize every inch of me.

This kiss was, soft.

Patient and so painfully gentle and filled with emotion it hurt my chest and messed with my chest.

No, this wasn’t what I wanted at all! I didn’t want him kissing me as if I was something delicate. I drew in a deep breath as his fingers danced up my waist, brushing against the curve of my ribs before he slowly begin to move lower until he found the button of my trousers which he snapped open.

Reagan didn’t waste any time in slipping a finger into my slippery wet fold. I had to break away from the kiss so I could release a loud moan. Reagan chuckled as he continued to pump his digit in and out of me. Something between an half moan and a curse escaped my lips as Reagan continued to finger me but gods help me, he was so good and I fucking missed this!

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shirt as his finger curled upwards, finding that aching spot between my thighs that made me release a shuddering breath and my legs quiver a little bit. I was positive I would have crumbled down to the ground if I wasn’t being supported against the tree.

"Reagan..." I breathed out unable to stop myself from calling out his name.

"Gods, I love the way you say my name." Reagan growled out as he pressed his forehead against mine, "Do you...do you want me to stop?"

"Huh?" I asked in confusion not able to hear anything through the haze of desire.

"I asked if you wanted me to stop."

Is he fucking serious right now? I asked myself as my eyes snapped open only to find Reagan looking at me with a smug look on his face.

"Don’t. You. Dare!" I growled harshly at him as I shimmied against his finger, pushing him further inside of me.

Reagan released another chuckle, his hot breath fanning against my face as he casually slipped another finger inside of me, causing me to emit a loud moan that rang out in the forest air. "You are sure about that?"

"Yeah." I breathed out as I now moved against his finger, using it to fuck me.

"That’s my good girl." He whispered into my ear before he gently nipped it causing me to shudder a little bit.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered as I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation and the pleasure Reagan offered me.

My hips rolled instinctively against Reagan’s skillful fingers and I gasped when his thumb found that sensitive little nub and I moaned again while moving against his fingers.

"Reagan, Reagan..." I moaned his name like a prayers, "Reagan, please..." I whimpered not exactly sure what I was pleading for him to do.

More, perhaps?

Him?

Or for him to fuck me harder? I thought to myself just as Regan leaned down and drew in a nipple of mine into his mouth.

There was no stopping the cry that escaped me as I found my orgasm. My legs quivered, my entire body shaking with pleasure as I rode through my orgasms. I cried out to the heavens, Reagan’s name spilling out of my lips like a prayer.

Reagan didn’t stop, he just continued to finger me through my orgasm until I felt like my legs were going to give out from under me. His mouth latched onto my breast, biting and sucking hard enough to increase the pleasure and remind me just who exactly was in charge.

Reagan slowly rose back up to look at me, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk and all I wanted to do was wipe that stupid smug off his face.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Reagan brought his glistening finger to his nose. He inhaled it for a moment before he licked it slowly. "Hmmm," Reagan hummed in pleasure, "You just taste so fucking good and those sound you make when you fall apart from me? The most beautiful music ever!" He said staring at me with those dark gaze of his that were now filled with something dark and intense.

I swallowed as I stared back at him, "Well..." I said my voice breathy, "Now what?"

"Now..." Reagan said as he grabbed my legs and hooked it around his waist, "Now you better hold on tight, because I’m about to fuck you hard and fast against the tree!"

A breathless gasp escaped me as Reagan pressed me harder against the rough bark of the tree while my legs wrapped tighter around his waist as I stared at him, "Then how about you quit talking and just do it!"

"Yes ma’m!"