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I held his face, teeth biting, mouths searching. It didn’t feel real sometimes, being with him. It felt otherworldly, magical. There were no sounds down here and no air either. There was just us and this kiss.
And it was glorious.
He held me close, and I felt so safe, invincible, powerful, and I wondered if this was how he always felt. Being in his presence was just that magnetic. We came above the surface, and he pinned me to the side of the pool again, his hands still in my hair and my legs around his waist.
“Dorian, we can’t,” I gasped, looking over his shoulder. The wall we were on didn’t face the house, but anyone could come out here. There were like a million fucking wasted teenagers at this party.
His laughter against my neck heated my blood. My lower lips pulsed, and I was so fucking turned on it was ridiculous. Like he knew, Dorian slipped his fingers under my dress, my panties hooked over, his digits gliding over my sex beneath the water.
“I told you, Noa, no one sees what’s mine.” A warning touched his voice when he bent his knees and lowered us below the wall. This took us out of view from anyone in the house. He touched his forehead to mine. “Trust me. No one’s here but us.”
His tone had softened, rough when his fingers parted my pussy lips. His thumb strummed my clit, stroking back and forth, and I rocked against his hand.
“Dorian, this is crazy,” I laugh-gasped. My fingers curled into his dress shirt, my body bumping his palm, the pair of us sloshing, colliding. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“Completely subjective.” He bit my mouth, covering a moan. His hand covered my throat, and I couldn’t scream if I wanted to.
His hand below the water didn’t stop, his grip on my throat tightening. The dark prince had a choking fetish, and apparently, I had one too.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed out, my eyes shut tight. His hand left my throat, but only to pinch my nipple through my bra.
“So greedy, Noa,” he said, his head lowering. He eased part of my top away, my bra going with it, and I was too far gone to stop him before his teeth clamped down over my beaded nipple.
“Shit.” My thighs hugged his hips, my sex bumping against his hand. He covered my mouth with his palm the same time he undid his pants, letting me say nothing when he eased his dick past my panties, then guided himself inside me.
He fucked me with a hand over my mouth, water splashing around us, his eyes heated, black. I never saw them so dark than when he was fucking me.
It was a good thing he covered my mouth.
I choked out a scream when he drilled me deep, his teeth at my ear, his tongue flicking my lobe.
“That’s it, baby. Sing for me,” he coached, making me scream again when his thrusts slammed my ass against the pool. “Only for me.”
Only for him.
I gripped his wet hair, holding on for the ride. He didn’t stop until he’d thoroughly fucked me, and my walls closed so hard around him I thought I’d faint.
I felt like I did for a second, seeing stars when he himself flooded inside me. His dick pumped, relentless until he emptied himself. His body sagged over mine, his hands gripping the pool wall. He took a moment to get his bearings before he tucked himself away, then slid my panties back over. But after that, he was right back on my mouth. He kissed me, hard, and I wrapped my arms around him.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
There was something about this dark prince, something beautiful and raw but also incredibly flawed. We both were, and I think that was what made us so awesome. We’d get to grow together and become the best versions of ourselves alongside each other. We weren’t perfect.
And that was okay.
I brushed fingers along his jaw, kissing him. “I love you,” I said between gasps, and he grinned.
“Fucking always,” he said, guiding my mouth open. He went for a deeper kiss, but then someone called both our names.
“Holy shit. You’re both in the pool,” Wells chanted, his jeweled crown twinkling under the pool lights. I’d bet he’d go to sleep tonight with that thing on. He pumped a fist. “I’m going to go get everyone else.”
Had he come out like a minute and a half before, he might have seen something, and Dorian and I both chuckled. It seemed we’d both forgotten ourselves, and thank God, he’d had us below the wall when he’d been fucking me.
Dorian posted his hands to the wall, laughing, and I smiled too, my arms still around him when Wells returned sans jacket and tie. Actually, the only thing he had on still was pants and his crown. Running at full speed, he cannonballed into the pool, his crown and snowy locks disappearing under the water. He ended up losing the crown, the thing floating on the top of the water while he swam to the surface. He came up with a snap of his hair, but he wasn’t the only one to join us out here.
On the pool deck, Bru had his fist to his mouth, completely losing it that we were all in here. He shook his head, but next thing I knew, he was stripping off his jacket. We all called out to him before he jumped in too, the look of disbelief on his face hilarious when he surfaced. This was definitely out of his comfort zone.
A charged, “Sweet!” hit the air before Thatcher Reed ran to the pool deck too, his own crown on his dark locks. He actually tossed it off before he started disrobing, onyx studs in his ears. He’d retired his crosses tonight and was down to his pants too when a smiling Ares and mortified Bow came up behind him. The little rabbit literally had her hands on her cheeks.
