The Princess's Revenge Chapter 76

Valencia’s POV

I knew he meant it. The weight of that promise terrified me more than anything. I couldn't imagine losing him. The thought made my whole body shake.

"Don't say that," I whispered, turning in his arms to face him. "Don't talk about dying."

"Valencia—"

"No." I pressed my fingers to his lips. "We're going to survive this. Both of us."

Logan didn't answer my unspoken question; instead, he leaned down and kissed me. As always, his mouth was warm and skilled, moving against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. His large hands roamed freely, one cupping my ass while the other traced the curve of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.

Every brush of his lips against my skin sent sparks racing through me. I'd grown accustomed to Logan's touch. How could I still be this sensitive, this responsive? It was impossible to resist; my body betrayed me, trembling under his command, gasps escaping my lips as I writhed against him, desperate for more.

He nipped at my earlobe before whispering into my ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble: "Stand up. Get on the edge of the bathtub."

My mind went blank, fogged with desire and submission. I couldn't think, couldn't question. Like a puppet on strings, I obeyed, rising unsteadily to my feet and perching on the rim of the tub, my legs parting instinctively as he guided me with those strong hands.

Before I could process what was happening, his lips descended to my inner thighs, soft and teasing at first. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding wildly.

What the hell was he doing?

But there was no time for doubt—his tongue flicked out, tasting me intimately, and a shocked moan tore from my throat.

Logan, my Alpha, was on his knees, giving me oral, his mouth devouring my core with a fervor. Embarrassment flooded me, hot and overwhelming.

This wasn't right; an Alpha shouldn't lower himself like this for his slave, not there, not like this. Yet, his skilled lips and tongue worked their magic, banishing the shame from my thoughts, replacing it with pure bliss.

"Logan!" I cried out.

He was insane—completely, utterly mad.

But the pleasure was impossible to deny. I was drenched and his tongue drove me to the brink of madness. It circled my clit, dipping inside me before lapping greedily again, building a pressure that coiled tight in my core.

I gasped and moaned uncontrollably, the sounds desperate, filling the whole room. My thoughts fragmented, lost in the haze of sensation. The heat between my thighs was unbearable.

My hands flailed weakly, one pushing at his broad shoulders in a futile attempt to stop him, the other clutching his dark hair, pulling him closer despite myself. But Logan ignored my half-hearted protests, his grip on my hips firm as he continued his relentless sucking and licking.

"Oh God, Lo...gan..." I gasped, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

As my moans escalated, growing louder and more desperate with each flick of his tongue, a sudden wave of awareness crashed over me. Echo—she was in the adjacent room.

Oh God, she could hear everything.

My hands, which had been clutching at Logan's thick hair in a mix of push and pull, now twisted more urgently, trying to muffle the sounds bubbling up from my throat. I bit my lip hard, attempting to swallow back the cries.

But Logan sensed it, his mouth never breaking contact. He intensified his assault, his tongue moving faster, harder, delving deeper. The rhythm quickened. I couldn't hold back anymore; the moans tore free and unrestrained, echoing off the walls.

"Please... please... oh, please, stop..." I whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

He didn't stop. If anything, my begging only spurred him on. Logan's lips closed around my clit, sucking with a fierce, possessive hunger that shattered any remnants of my control. He pushed me right to the ecstasy, drawing out moans that were louder than before.

My mind narrowed to a single point: the throbbing heat between my thighs, where every sensation amplified.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't take it anymore. The orgasm hit hard and long, waves of almost painful intensity crashing over me, making my entire body convulse in uncontrollable spasms. My muscles clenched and released in rapid succession, toes curling, back bowing off the tub's edge as I rode the peak, gasping and shuddering.

Logan scooped me into his arms, pulling me close to his chest. I buried my face in my hands, cheeks flaming.

My Alpha hadn't sought a single ounce of satisfaction for himself. It felt wrong, upside down.

"You can't do that..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Do what?" His tone was casual, almost amused.

"Please... me."

Logan made a soft tsking sound, the kind that sent a shiver down my spine. He tilted my chin up with a gentle finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. Those deep, stormy eyes bored into mine.

"You didn't like it?"

Embarrassment flooded me in a hot rush. "No... that's not..."

"Did you like it or not?" His voice dropped lower, a commanding edge creeping in that brooked no evasion.

I averted my eyes, staring at the rippling water. "I liked it, but..."

"But what?"

"You... you willingly pleased me. I'm still a slave. It should be me pleasing you, not the other way around."

Logan fell silent, his expression unreadable as he studied me. His gray eyes gave nothing away, swirling like clouds before a storm. I waited, heart pounding, for him to say something.

Without warning, his hand dipped beneath the surface, sliding down to my still-throbbing core. His fingers brushed against my slick folds, catching me completely off guard.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and I clamped down on his wrist, my nails digging into his skin. "Lo..."

"What if I like it?" he murmured.

Before I could form a response, Logan leaned in and kissed me slowly, deeply, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that made my head spin.

I could taste myself on him. His hand continued its caress, stroking me with deliberate slowness that had me arching into his touch despite myself.

"What if I like your reactions?" he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and tantalizing.

He trailed his mouth lower, sucking gently on the sensitive skin of my neck, then nipping it just hard enough to draw a gasp from me.

God, I loved the feel of him like this.

"What if I like how your pale skin gets all hot and red?" His lips descended to my breasts, his free hand kneading and caressing with a possessive touch that sent my pulse racing.

"What if I like how your breasts fill my palms?"

"What if I like how you blush every time I touch you?" he added, his words dripping with challenge.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to face him. His hands continued their relentless exploration, gliding over my body. I couldn’t predict where they’d land next—my breasts, my hips, my thighs, my neck—and the uncertainty only heightened the sensation, making me tremble under his touch.

"Alpha!" I moaned, my voice breaking as his fingers found my slick folds again.

He was toying with me, watching my every reaction, and he was too damn good at it. I was powerless, melting under his touch. Almost instinctively, my legs parted wider, welcoming the searing heat that surged through me.

"I like how wet you get when I touch you..." Logan whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

I bit my lip hard. His touch set my skin on fire. My body moved before my mind could catch up, craving more. Didn’t I just come? It wasn’t enough. Not even close. I felt it, and I hated how I couldn’t control it. Instead, I spread my legs wider, giving myself to his skilled fingers, desperate for more.

As I fought between desire and reason, Logan leaned down and kissed me. It was deep, hard, and took my breath away. I kissed him back, even as I struggled to breathe. The heat between my thighs made me want his kiss even more. It was wild, hungry, thrilling. I moaned loudly, getting wetter. His other hand gripped my hair, pulling me closer.

“Alpha…” I whispered when we finally broke the kiss, both of us panting.

“Tell me what you want?”

“What…?” I stammered, unsure if I heard him right.

His dark eyes burned with desire. “Tell me what you want. Now. I want to hear it.”

I shook my head fast, but his grip on my hair kept me from looking away. I couldn’t escape his gaze.

“No, no, I can’t…” I mumbled, my voice trembling on the edge of panic, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You can. I want to hear it. Now. Tell me.”

It was more embarrassing than anything else, almost too much to bear. His fingers kept teasing my core, rubbing slowly.

But Logan slowed down on purpose, waiting for me to speak. It was torture. Those slow strokes against my wetness drove me crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please… fuck me…” I whispered, the words spilling out in a desperate rush, unable to withstand the torment any longer.

Logan’s eyes darkened, a smile spreading across his face. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You want me, Val?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, my cheeks burning.

Logan lifted me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance. His eyes locked onto mine, checking for any hesitation. I didn’t give him any. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to move. He pushed inside me slowly, and I gasped. His dick stretched me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting as my body adjusted to his size.

“God, still fucking tight,” he groaned. He held still for a moment, letting me get used to him. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The water sloshed around us as he started to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. I moaned, my head falling back against the edge of the tub.

Logan didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. I felt the size of him, his dick huge and thick, pressing against my thigh under the water. My heart raced. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Val,” he murmured, “you’re gonna feel every inch of me.”

I shivered. His hands slid under my thighs, lifting me slightly so I was straddling him. The first touch of his dick against my entrance made me gasp. He was so big, stretching me as I slowly took him in. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but it felt so good. I bit my lip, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for support.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the slosh of water. Logan’s hands guided me, slow at first, letting me adjust to his size. Every inch of him filled me, and I could feel every ridge, every pulse. My body trembled as I sank lower, taking him fully inside.

“OH... still fucking tight.” He groaned, his head tilting back against the edge of the tub. His hands tightened on my hips, urging me to move. I started to rock against him, the water splashing around us. The rhythm was slow at first, each movement sending sparks through my body. His dick hit all the right spots, so fucking deep , making me moan softly.

The wooden tub creaked louder as I picked up the pace. My breasts bounced just above the water, and Logan’s eyes locked onto them. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing one of my nipples, sucking hard. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me clench around him.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh...fuck...Logan...,” I moaned, my voice desperate.

He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked over my nipple, his teeth grazing it lightly, while his hands guided my hips faster. I could feel the pressure building inside me, hot and overwhelming. I couldn’t get enough.

“Let’s switch,” Logan said and lifted me off him, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. He stood, water dripping off his muscular body, his dick hard and glistening. He helped me stand, then turned me around, bending me over the edge of the tub. My hands gripped the wooden rim, my knees trembling as the warm water lapped at my thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice commanding. I did, my heart pounding. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading me open, and then his dick was at my entrance again. He didn’t wait this time. He thrust into me, hard and deep, making me cry out. The angle was different, hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed. My body shook with every thrust, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

“OH... OH... Y-yes... yes” I gasped, my voice echoing in the room. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust. His dick filled me completely, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil ready to snap.

“You like that?” he growled, leaning over me, his chest pressed against my back. His breath was hot against my ear, and I nodded, unable to form words. My moans grew louder, my body trembling as he fucked me harder. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—just felt him, huge and relentless inside me.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body tightening around him. My legs shook, and I gripped the edge of the tub to keep from collapsing. Logan didn’t stop. His thick dick kept thrusting into me, making my oversensitive body quiver.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting faster. Then he came, his dick pulsing as he spilled inside me. Both of us were panting and exhausted. His arms wrapped around me. We collapsed against the tub, my body limp against his chest, the water cooling around us.