When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.
Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.
Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?
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Grace danced down the paved path winding amongst the tangled roses and other unkempt flowers and shrubs.
They reached the pond and the dismal old fountain. Even though the water in the pond was green and still, a solitary plant struggled to grow in there. Its flat leaves looked a little shriveled at the ends, and a bud, that could have been a flower if it ever had the strength to open, sagged on a stalk.
Grace sat on the wide ledge around the pond and smiled up at Thorn.
“I see a beautiful place. A sad place, a ruined place, but weighted with atmosphere, charged with the passing of time, like something in a fairy tale. It will make a wonderful painting. Don’t you think so too?”
He handed her a cup of coffee. She was so right and yet the artistic aesthetics of the place couldn’t lift his heavy heart. This was his prison. “I understand,” he whispered. He sat by her side. The sun was over the other side of the rooftop. Thorn knew it was growing late. He sipped some coffee. The air between the side of his body and Grace sparked with sexual tension. She was like a magnet for him. He leaned closer.
Grace put down her cup and turned to him. She took his coffee cup and placed it next to hers. She held his hand and pulled him to stand.
Thorn let her lead him to the old garden bench by the side of the path.
She stopped there and turned to him. “I want you.”
Thorn looked down into her darkened green eyes before he fell upon her in a kiss that made his balls feel melted and his cock throb ready to harden for her.
He crushed her to his chest as she murmured. “I want you bad.”
He let her go and whipped his T-shirt off. He dropped it onto the wooden bench and dragged his jeans down to his knees. The most important thing in the world right then was to have his cock inside her. He saw her panties fall from his pocket onto the path and the sight made his cock deliciously fill out and lengthen. He looked into her eyes.
He followed her softly spoken instruction, sitting on the end where his T-shirt acted as a barrier between his ass and the old wood.
His erection bounced on his stomach muscles. Knowing they were going to fuck made his heart pound. His cock leaked a little and Thorn watched Grace as she stepped toward him.
She raised the hem of her dress, straddled his knee, and clasped his cock in one hand. Before she guided it into her pussy, she ran a fingertip over the slit and brought the pre-cum from there to her mouth. She gazed into Thorn’s eyes as she sucked her finger, her other hand tight around his cock.
Thorn’s breathing quickened. He’d never seen anything so sexy in his life and he grabbed her hips to impale her on his cock. The sudden thrust brought her forward and she moaned against his face.
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