Insatiable Lyrics Prince Novels & Stories

"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 was lost in thought. ‘What kind of life am I living???’ ‘How long would I continue like this???’ ‘Dem use pu*ssy swear give me???’ ‘Is this what I came here for???’ Prince began tapping my shoulder… Prince: Come, you dey here abi na your ghost? Me: Oga free me abeg… Prince: Na beer abi na wine? Me: Bros no money, make we down beer abeg… Prince told the bar attendant what we were going to take…

“You are so beautiful, darlin’. I will tell you every day of your life until we’re old and wrinkly. And eve then you will be the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Prince wrote a song that was written about you.” Oh, my. He makes me swoon with his words. He begins to move my panties down and tells me to take off my top and bra. I don’t hesitate, I want his big, calloused hands roaming on my naked skint that’s heated up and ready for his touch. I am already on fire, my pussy is wet for him to slide into easily, and my clit aches with desire. My nipples are erect and pointing, dying for him to take them in his mouth and tease me. As he runs his hands up and down my thighs, I buck my hips.

I sat up instantly, the way you did when your body learned, over time, that calls at certain hours never carried good news. I glanced at the time. Early hours. The kind of time when people only called if something was wrong, or something was urgent, or something had finally broken. Unknown number. That didn’t matter. I recognised the pattern. The type of line. The kind of number that didn’t exist twice. I answered without saying my name. “Talk.” His voice came through quiet, controlled, and stripped of all unnecessary emotion. “Prince,” he said.

"I'm happy you're the man I get to spend my whole life with," I whisper, "I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else." "That’s good, because you can't have anyone else. No other homeless man," he mutters, making me frown. "I mean, I know that's your type." "Shut up," I growl and punch his arm. "You're not homeless, Mr. Alpha Prince. This place is huge." "Hey, I didn't lie about that. I told you my family was rich," he defends himself, "But I really didn't have a home in Dharma, so technically I was homeless."

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.

Without saying another word I practically run out of his office. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

My heart was contented at that moment; I knew I’ve found my soul mate in the form of Jake Carter. He kept murmuring the lyrics in my ear, singing softly. “I love you, Jake,” I whispered breathlessly. “The way my name rolls out of your tongue, the glint that your eyes hold when you’re staring at me, the way you kisses me, and the melodious rhythm of your heartbeat is a clear sign of your infinite love for me.” “I want you to never let me go, Jake,” I said cupping his face. “I promise I’ll never let you go, princess. I will never.”

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

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?!"