Insatiable By Prince Novels & Stories

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

It’s too much and yet not enough, leaving me hanging on the brink of ecstasy. Prince leans down, his chest flush against my back, and his lips brush my ear. “I want to hear you, Ghost,” he whispers, his voice soft but commanding. “Let it out.” His command shatters the last of my resistance. I turn my face from the pillow, letting out a long, guttural moan that seems to rise from the deepest part of me. Prince rewards my surrender with a particularly deep thrust, sending shockwaves through my body. I shudder violently beneath him, every nerve alight.

Greyson greeted him as Corinthians and Nathalia were also smiling now. While I was inevitably lurking again in the shattered cave, that man came across my mind once again as if I was totally invaded. Is he coming back? What's taking him so long? I was about to ask where the Prince is when the entrance of the cave suddenly exploded and large rocks were scattered so there was a tunnel again. And there comes the p Prince... topless. D*mn it! The prince no longer has a top so I couldn't help but almost drool as I stare at the beauty of his body. I know it’s wrong to fantasize at this time but I can’t help but admire his firm body.

"Touch me... I want you to touch me more, my prince." Prince Zeeb grinned menacingly. "You sound like a whore to me. I want to see more of your actual self, Tamara Luna. Come on, beg me to f*ck you.” I felt his seductive, wet lips again as his face slid down to my neck. His hand was caressing my chest as the other was still gripping and heating up my inner thighs. I'm drunk on his kisses; I can't stop myself. I want him to lean in close to me. I want to feel him, particularly inside of me. I want to feel him inside me. I want the prince—not only his poison kiss but also his hard, fat thing.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room. I gasp as a hand bursts through Alpha Bishop’s chest, the movement slow to my eyes, as I can’t quite believe what I just saw. Blood splatters everywhere, even on my shoes from across the room, and there is a tangy scent in the air. My alpha female screams, and oddly enough, Letric is eating his food at the table like nothing happened.

Prince realized that she would continue yelling and probably create unwanted attention which would land him in trouble at that instant so he interrupted her rantings with a French kiss. The moment their tongues met, there was a ease of tension and Anita was lost in the romance. She allowed his hands explore her boobs, pussy and ass as she didn't care if someone caught them in the act. Prince had become a good kisser throughout the years due to his experience with different women. He knew how to touch the right places of a woman's body that would totally make her his. All the while, Anita closed her eyes and she voluntarily removed all her clothes in a jiffy. She went ahead to pull down Princ

Her bright blue eyes are on me the whole time as I feel my c*ck harden as the scent of her arousal hits my nose making me growl out. “My Prince” she says as one hand goes to my hip and the other caressing my cheek. “Let us enjoy each other until you find your mate.” I hear her as her lips press onto mine. I felt Aragorn trying to take over, but I push him back to the back of my mind. As I feel Char’s hands under my shirt, pushing it up for me to take it off. Breaking the kiss, I raise my arms as my shirt comes flying off and her lips are sealed to mine once more. I had only ever kissed Corbin once. Just a peck on her soft full lips. These kisses with Char are completely different. Not loving

I would have to ask about that later. “And yet, you still decided to confront me?” Elizabeth continued. “I am sorry, my Queen, but she has harmed the prince,” the woman said. “How?” I asked quickly. I needed to get in there to find out myself what was happening. The woman looked at me, “Your saliva is killing him!” she raged as she took a leap towards me.

Completely unbelievable. "You sound like you're having a fever," Leonard suddenly snapped to a Lucas who winced at the anger in those words. "What are all the words you speak? You're a Prince! The heir for that matter! Whatever emotion you're feeling, is useless! You want to abandon Raester in the hands of a... Of an infidel because you're having an existential crisis?!"