Page 90 of Heartbreak Prince

Vawn removes his shoes, but otherwise he remains fully dressed as he climbs onto the bed. I part my legs for him, and he coaxes each one to bend at the knee, moving them farther apart, kissing my inner thigh as he does so.

He doesn’t take off my panties. He simply plucks the wet material away from my skin with his long nails and pulls the fabric aside.

“Look at this lovely wine you made for me,” he says. “Have you been wet all night, sweetheart?”

I turn my head aside on the pillow, avoiding his gaze.

“Desire embarrasses you, and yet you took advantage of human lust to put yourself through the Academy. Why are you not allowed to feel what other people do?”

“I am, but I—oh—” I writhe, startled by the first long sweep of his tongue.

“You find it difficult to yield.” Vawn licks me again, then moans softly. “Gods, how do you taste so good? Sweet and sour, salty and savory all at once.” He wraps both arms around my thighs and buries his face in my pussy, licking with such relish that my arousal spins into something beautifully frantic, exquisitely desperate.

I whimper as the muscles of my stomach tighten, and Vawn looks up to say reproachfully, “Don’t strive for it, lovely. Let it come. It will happen, trust me.”

He ducks back down, and my head lolls, my eyes closing as sensations burst from my clit, coaxed by his dancing tongue. Even without his glyphs, he’s very good at this. I know he has given head to many people before me, but he’s sucking my pussy lips, licking my opening, and teasing my clit like I’m his favorite, like I’m the best thing he has ever tasted. Maybe he acts this way with everyone, or maybe…

Maybe I’m special.

I want so badly to be special.

Vawn lifts his head again, but the pad of his thumb finds my clit, making tiny massaging circles. “Don’t allow worrisome thoughts into that beautiful head. Think about what turns you on. A scene, a fantasy.”

A fantasy…

My mind skips back to our performance at the Pink Lycan, when Vawn played the knight who forced his princess. It was a twisted scenario, designed to humor the darkest impulses of lustful men, and yet it titillated me, too. There is something primally compulsive about a need so powerful that it can’t be stopped.

I imagine Vawn taking me like that—not really against my will, but maybe against my better judgment. Chasing me through the halls of Anyssir Castle, tearing off any shreds of clothing I wear, and dragging me to the floor. I get up and run again, bare-breasted, exposed, and he catches me in the dining hall. I fight him, but in the vision I’m weaker than usual, and as we wrestle together, rolling naked across the tiles, he manages to get his cock inside me.

The image in my head coincides with a rapid flutter of Vawn’s tongue against my clit, and with a tiny gasp, I realize that I’m coming, beautifully, easily, without having to struggle for the climax. The pleasure unfurls between my legs, through my lower belly, along my thighs and everywhere.

Vawn licks me until I’m done, then pulls back, leaving me damp and quivering. He replaces the strip of wet fabric over my pussy, then wipes his mouth before meeting my eyes. “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. I felt the change. You relaxed, and there was a surge of that lovely pussy wine. What went on inside your head?”

“None of your business.”

“Was I there, in your naughty fantasy?”

“No.”

“Liar.” He smacks my thigh lightly. “You blink more often when you’re lying. Did you know that?”

“Do I really?”

“Yes.” Vawn leans in, taking a long sniff of my underwear. “I think that’ll last me a while. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go… relieve some pressure.” He winks at me and rises from the bed.

My eyes widen. “Are you going to…”

“Stroke my cock until I come while thinking about the delicious drink I just had? Yes.” He grins, unabashed, and squeezes his bulge lightly.

Words spill out of my mouth before I can stop them—impulsive words that barely sound like me, and yet are somehow deeply true to my nature. “If you’re going to do that anyway, you might as well do it here… so I can watch.”

19

It seems I’ve shocked the Naughty Prince. He stares at me, his beautiful lips still damp.