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“You should lie on the pillows,” she said to her smiling Psyche. “And rest a moment.”
“Will you lie with me?” he asked as he moved carefully to the head of the bed, finding his way by touch until he lay back on the pillows and stretched, happy as a black cat caught by a sunbeam.
“My lady?” he whispered.
“Oh,” she said. “Sorry. I was staring at you and forgot I should be speaking.”
“It’s hardly fair you’ve enjoyed me so much and I’ve barely gotten to touch you.”
“You’re right,” she said. “I’m a selfish monster. I’ll simply have to join you in bed and let you touch me. Would that help?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
Ah, clever boy. Lovely boy.
She straddled him. This seemed to please him. He inhaled deeply when she rested her bottom on his lower stomach. She unbound the bodice of her gown and lowered it—well, tried to. It got caught on her bloody wings. Lia wrestled with the fabric and finally managed to get her bodice down to her waist.
“Give me your hands,” she said to Psyche, taking them and putting them on her throat.
He smiled when his skin touched hers again. Smiled and stroked her neck and shoulders. Had anything, she thought, ever felt so good in all the world as this prince’s gentle hands on her body? His fingertips tickled her skin and she shivered and quivered and sighed.
“My dear modest prince.” She grasped his wrists and lowered his hands to her breasts. He inhaled sharply again—oh, he was a sensitive boy—and she held her hands over his so that he would know she wanted his touch, demanded it even.
“Beautiful,” he said.
“You can’t see my breasts. How do you know?”
“They feel beautiful.”
“Do they?”
He nodded. “They’re so soft,” he said, lightly squeezing them. “And hard, too.” He then traced her nipples with his thumbs.
“Would you like to kiss them?”
“Yes, my lady.”
She lowered herself over him and let her nipple dangle at his mouth. He caught it between his lips and sucked it gently, oh...too gently. She would never stop shivering. He slid his hands to her shoulders and that was dangerous. He was far too close to her wings.
The clever goddess knew what to do. She pulled a ribbon from her hair and ordered her prince to place his hands over his head. He obeyed—she’d given him no reason not to trust her, after all—and she tied his wrists to the bar of the headboard.
“You don’t want my hands on your body?” he asked.
“I do,” she said. “Always. But we have all our lives to play all our games together. And it pleases me to see you there, like a gift tied up with ribbons and bows.”
“A gift for you alone.”
“Yes. And no better gift have I ever been given...”
Lia raised her skirts and straddled him once more. Young and virile, he’d grown hard again already. He inhaled sharply as her wet flesh came to rest on his stiff organ. She moved on it and her folds parted. Her prince was as eager for her as she was for him. He raised his hips off the bed, lifting her with him in his need to bury himself inside her. She shifted and spread her thighs wider until the tip found the entrance of her body.
“Uh...” he breathed. Beautiful sound. Heavenly sound. She wanted to hear it again and forever. She pushed down onto him and he slid into her slick passage. In his male instinct, he lifted his hips again to push all of himself into her and then cried out in pleasure as he fully penetrated her.
Her shy prince lost his shyness then. He took her hard from beneath her, entering her with long slow strokes as he pumped his hips. He shivered against her, and his breathing was ragged. She balanced herself on his chest, her fingers digging so hard into his skin she knew she would bruise him. She gasped, suddenly—shockingly—so aroused she could have come simply by willing it. She pushed her hips into his and he said, “More,” and she did it again. She lay on his chest, pressing her breasts against his warm skin as they consummated their marriage, silent after his “more,” though she could hear his cock moving in her wetness. She meant to kiss him once and quickly, but as soon as their lips met, the kiss turned wild, hungry. He bit her lips, sucked on her tongue.
She rose up again, and rocked on his cock, riding him, riding him hard, and as she did her wings began to spread on their own. They spanned the room and cast a shadow over the bed. She couldn’t help it. She kept her heart in her wings and they spread as her heart filled with unbearable, impossible love for the prince inside her.
Her head fell back. She called his name. With a soft sob she came and came and came.
