Ambrosia (Nectar Trilogy, Book 2) by DD Prince Page B

There’s nothing productive about you learning about any of that. Nothing but pain for you if you do.”
    Kyla folded her arms across her chest, which was burning with emotion, “Don’t call me princess when you’re yelling at me,” she said, meaning to come across pissed off but instead coming across hoarsely, her voice cracking.
    The anger drained from his face. He reached across the centre console and took her hand. She yanked it away and re-folded her arms across her chest.
    The next three hours were filled with loaded silence and if it was possible to shoot daggers at him with her brain, that’s what she was doing the entire time, although she was doing it while also trying to stop herself from agreeing with him because he had a point.
    Her stress would filter through to become his stress and they both had enough of that already. She hated it when her brain reasoned with her that he was right because she almost always came to that conclusion after a temper tantrum.
    Arrival in their next motel room was punctuated by her slamming the bathroom door so she could take a long shower and get a minute to herself. The room was a lot like the last place. It was a typical single storey motor inn with drive up rooms that contained two beds, small sitting area, TV, and a bathroom.
    This one had its décor done in dusty rose and forest green, it was very 1980’s, but it had been the only motel for a long stretch of road and she was glad they’d finally stopped. She wished they could just get a plane to get there. But then again, that would bring reality to her sooner and that reality could be worse than anything they’d endured so far.
    Approximately 45 seconds into her shower he stepped in with her. She huffed. He stepped close and put his hands on her soapy hips. She spun around so her back was to him and got her face under the shower stream. He gripped her hips more aggressively and spun her back around to face him. She looked down, meaning to aim her gaze on her feet but down in front of her was his chest, abs, and his impressively erect penis so she instead aimed her gaze on the ceiling. He took her by the chin. She shrugged him off and tried to spin around again but he pinned her against the wall, hips against her, hands on her shoulders.
    “Princess,” he said softly, pleadingly.
    Kyla’s heart sank.
    “I need you, baby,” he whispered against her temple and then his hands gripped her rear end.  His lips found hers. She wanted to pull away. She almost pulled away. She was so fuming mad at him. But he gave her a smile and showed dimples and so she glared at him.
    “Pulling out the big guns? You play dirty,” she grumbled, poking a dimple.
    He laughed, then advanced and got her earlobe in his mouth and his fingers tightened on her ass, “I’ll take every advantage I can get. And I’ll show you a big gun. Let’s play dirty. Together.”
    His hand slid down her ass and his fingers slipped between her cheeks and found her centre.
    She whimpered. He looked supremely pleased.
    Yeah, she wasn’t happy about his secrecy but she knew he needed her, needed to feed, and she also knew that she’d get a release, too, and she needed it right now, big time. With connecting with him and the subsequent orgasm, she’d get his emotions and she’d get to purge the tension for at least a little while.
    “I need to be inside you,” he said against her throat, kissing her on the collar bone, “need you so bad.”
    A wave of arousal crashed over her. She hooked a leg around his hip and said, “I need to be inside you, too.” He took his cock into his hand and ran the tip over her clit and then slid it along her slit.
    Then, suddenly, she lost sensation as he started to back away. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, seeking maximum contact. She got it. He gave her a knowing smile as he got the tip inside her and backed her up against the shower wall, moaning as he rolled his hips upward until he’d slid in, right to