Page 102 of Under Restless Skies

He taps my thighs softly. “Relax.”

Then his mouth is on me again and, this time, the laughter dissolves at once. His soft, warm tongue ignites a strange kind of fire, making me gasp, making me lose myself in the sensation of his varying strokes, some languid, some fast, spreading through my entire body with a delicious rush.

And then he stops, leaving an empty ache.

At first I don’t understand what’s happening, until I look at his face and catch a teasing smirk there.

“Remember what I wanted you to say?” he asks.

Is he really going to insist on that? “I forgot,” I lie.

“Hmm. That’s too bad.”

He lies down beside me, across the bed, his eyes on me as if in a challenge.

My core pulses with want, with need, but I also know how to tease. I glare at him, then answer his game with my own, swinging my leg back over him, straddling his hips, but keeping a provoking distance. Let’s see how he likes that.

Instead of complaining, he looks me in the eye and gives me that heart-stopping smile—and I give in.

Inch by inch, I lower myself down onto his delicious, hard cock, watching his jaw tighten as he enters me slowly, stretching me, filling me. When I settle in, he lets out a grunt of pleasure and a satisfied smirk, as his hardness presses against my inner walls.

The night sky has turned the windows into mirrors, and I stare at my own image encircled in fire as I ride his cock, my back arched, my breasts swaying with each slow roll of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.

He then grips my hips and lifts me off of him, and before I can protest, he turns me over, one firm hand pressing between my shoulder blades until my palms find the sheets. He enters me from behind in one stroke. Hard. Then harder, and I let out a moan. And another.

On the window’s dark mirror, against the starry sky, I watch his perfect, muscular form moving back and forth, his strong hand gripping my hair, the sharp, strong lines of his body contrasting against my soft curves.

My body moves like someone I don’t recognize, hair loose and wild, skin flushed, the soft weight of my breasts swaying with each thrust, caressing the sheets. My face is a stranger’s face, with lips parted, eyes hooded, taken by pleasure, taken by the moment.

He then pulls my hair and raises my head, so that I face the window directly.

Our eyes lock through our dark reflection, and his soft lips caress my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “You like to watch, don’t you?”

“I…” He shoves hard and I whimper, part pain, part pleasure. “Do.”

His free hand slips around my hip and his fingers find my point of pleasure, pressing in time with his movement, the two sensations mingling and amplifying each other.

“And you like it hard, don’t you?” His voice sends thrills of pleasure through my skin.

“I… guess.” My words are barely comprehensible amidst my moans.

But then he removes his cock and hand at once, leaving only emptiness and need. “And what are you supposed to say?”

“I don’t remember,” I lie again.

“Well, that’s too bad.”

He keeps his cock just close enough that I can feel the heat of him against my inner thighs, so close, while his hand moves across my lower belly in a teasing, infuriating motion, making something inside me burn, making me ache for his touch.

I give in. “Is Your Highness going to fuck me or not?”

His chuckle moves through his chest and into my skin where we touch again and he enters me slowly. I exhale into the sheets, fingers curling at the fabric as he caresses me again.

The stars outside mingle with the tips of the candles. Stars everywhere, and all I am is my body and the sensation of where it meets with his.

In the dark mirror, I look like a wild animal being tamed, my hair pulled taut as if my head was a trophy he’ll hang on his wall. I feel like a wild animal—and I like it.

Slowly, the pressure mounts and my vision blurs, until there’s nothing but my body and his touch, a thrill shooting from his fingers, enveloping my skin until it crashes like a powerful wave. Then there’s no more body, no more touch, just the sensation.