“Starved.” Moth’s fingers slide from my hips until his hand presses right against my core.
He dips a large finger inside me with ease. A moan escapes me as I melt into the firm weight of his chest. Moth pauses. Raising his hand, he licks from his knuckle to hisfingertip.
“So sweet,” he purrs. Fuck, if that doesn’t make me weak in the knees. Moth eases me onto the edge of the fainting couch, and by the time his head is between my legs, I’m shaking. The simple touch of his hand on my inner thigh causes me to bite my bottom lip.
“You are trembling.” He breathes the words against my skin, leaving kisses farther and farther up my leg. “Would you like meto stop?”
“No!”
Moth’s laugh is dark. His hands leave my body, and without warning,he stands.
“There is a request I forgot to mention…” He pauses for long enough to crossthe room.
“Oh?”
“I would like you to watch.”
He picks up the large full-length mirror with one hand and drags it right in front of the fainting couch I’m sitting on. I gulp. “May I show you just how well we fit together,my flame?”
Oh. Heat rises to my face when I realize justwhathe’sasking.
I manage to nod, and he spreads me across the furniture like a delicacy. When I peek up into the mirror, I have the perfect view of my 7-foot-tall monster boyfriend between my legs. The warmth of his tongue heavenly caresses my core, sending waves of pleasure through me with every skillful movement. How is it possible that he keeps getting better at this? He works his mouth until I groan, clawing my nails into his shoulders. I never want this to be over, but I’m not sure I’m able to takeany more.
Resisting the urge to throw my head back, I keep my gaze locked on our reflection. I watch the way my hands look, grabbing a fistful of Moth’s dark curls to pull him closer. I find myself transfixed by the way the curve of my leg looks hooked around Moth’s broadshoulder.
“We look perfect.” I whisper the words, and he moans into me, sending vibrations all the way up tomy chest.
His claws dig into my hips, pulling me toward him until I’m nearly hanging off the cushions. His tongue flicks in and out, and in and out; it twists and laps at the most sensitivespots and—
Oh mygod, wow.
Wow,wow.
He moves to bite my inner thigh while his fingers take the place of his tongue. I moan at the sudden increase in pressure deeper and deeper. Finally, he drives me offthe edge.
“You’re so …wow.” I guide him up until his head is resting onmy chest.
“And you are perfect.” He kisses my exposed skin, sending another shiver through my body. “There is no one else I want.”
“Same,” I breathe, kicking myself for not saying something moreromantic.
Again, as the evening falls, we don’t go down for dinner. Nope, a “headache” very sadly keeps us bound to our bed for the rest ofthe night.
Something neither of us mindsone bit.
9.
I’m thankful for theheadachelast night because the moment we come down for breakfast, all of Moth’s time seems to be occupied. There are nobles to shake hands with, paperwork to fill out, new portraits to commission, and more seemingly trivial things that don’t seem to have room for me—according to the meticulous itinerary Holly has crafted,at least.
Moth has invited me along, and honestly, I’ll probably try to see what the portrait thing is all about, but I want to give him space. After my little jealous outburst, I’d hate for him to think I feel like I need to watch over him 24/7. Considering he disappearedagainlast night, my trust is really being tested.
But I feel for him. For a long-lost prince, they’re certainly putting him to work, and maybe that’s good—maybe it will help with his memories. Though, I really hoped we could have some time together to explore.
My morning is spent helping Queen Plume pick out linens and flower arrangements until lunch, where we sit in a room filled with noble ladies who not-so-subtly arrange the conversation around what a good match they would befor Moth.
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