Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 152616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 610(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 610(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes flew open.
He drew his cock from my mouth, and then guided me up onto my feet. My legs shook as he turned me, sitting me so that I was on the edge of his bed. He stepped in, spreading my legs wide. Cool air kissed the heat between my thighs. He reached down between us, taking ahold of one of my hands. He drew it over the length and the head of his cock, his flesh wet with my mouth and . . . and him. The tips of my fingers immediately warmed and began to tingle.
“What . . . what is this?” I asked, barely recognizing my voice. It was throaty. Sensual. “My skin is tingling and you taste . . .” I swallowed, moaning softly. In the cloud of lust, I remembered something he’d said. “Your come . . .”
“Is an aphrodisiac,” he finished.
“Good gods,” I gasped, eyes widening. He hadn’t even come yet, and it could have this kind of effect? “Now I— ” I moaned as a dart of intense desire pulsed through me. “I understand why people would want it so badly.”
His laugh was dark and sinful. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, folding his hand along the back of my head once more. “Fuck your fingers while I fuck your mouth.”
My body caught fire upon his demand— upon words that would’ve normally turned me off but now caused a whimper of pleasure to escape me. Eyes locked with his, I did as he demanded. I brought my hand to the space between my thighs as he watched, as he held completely still, his cock glistening between us. My fingers grazed my clit, and my hips nearly came off the bed. The tingling from my fingers transferred to the taut bud of nerves—
“Oh gods,” I cried out at the shiver of pleasure that rippled through me, body shaking. “I don’t think I can.”
“You can.” He drew my head closer to him. “I want those fingers inside you.” His jaw flexed. “I want them in you.”
Shuddering, I slipped them through the wetness and then inside me. He didn’t blink, not once as I began to move my fingers. He towered over me, his hand balled tightly in my hair. The tingling warmth followed the plunge of my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured.
My pulse thrummed as I took him into my mouth once more, gripping him with my other hand. I sucked on him as I did what he’d demanded. My hum of approval was lost in his growl as he thrust harder, his movements roughening, but there was a line of control in each push of his hips. He didn’t hurt me, and gods, I knew he could easily with how hard he was, how strong he was, but he took without taking, and I took more of that taste of him into my mouth, grinding against the bed as I touched myself. Muscles tightened and spun deep inside. He couldn’t hear my moans, but I knew he felt them as he watched me work his cock with my mouth, work myself with my own fingers. The release hit me hard, stealing my breath—
The Prince pulled out of my mouth, pushing me onto the bed as he settled between my legs, trapping my hand and his cock between us as he braced his weight above me. The hand in my hair tugged my head back. My gaze met his as he shuddered, his release hot and tingling against my hand— against my core, his body just as heated as his flesh seemed to hum. My eyes went wide at the riot of sensations as the edges of his body glowed just like the sōls. The sound I made as I clutched his arm would surely embarrass me, but his laugh— his rich, sultry laugh as he rocked against me— tugged at my own lips as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me.
And it went on, seconds into minutes, long after he’d stilled against me. The tremors of pleasure kept coming even as he reached between us, easing my fingers from me. I shook as he . . . he held himself over me, brushing the strands of damp hair back from my face, touching my cheek, my parted lips, his eyes open and not missing a single moment. He watched me, petted me as I came and came until the final wave of pleasure faded and I was finally released from the thrall. I stared at him, eyes half open.
Good gods, Naomi hadn’t been wrong about the orgasms. . . .
“Stay here,” the Prince said.
I wasn’t going anywhere as he lifted himself off me. I couldn’t move, every muscle seeming to have lost the ability to work. I thought I heard the water turn on. My eyes drifted shut as I lay there, the warmth disappearing from between my thighs before the taste of him faded from my tongue. I might’ve actually dozed off, because when I blinked open my eyes to find him standing above me, I had a feeling that he’d been there for some time.