AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Using my hands for balance, I pull myself up and park myself on the edge of the table. My boots are lifted off the floor and swing naturally.
Prince Daein draws in a long, deep breath that pushes out his muscular chest. For a beat he just watches me, then breaks the moment as he roams his attention around my body.
I flinch as he loosens his grip on the tumbler and it falls to the floor. It bounces with a thud, amber liquid spilling out all over. The prince makes no move to acknowledge this or order me to clean it up. Instead, he drags his chair closer to the table until—my cheeks flood with heat and I ache to shrink back.
The prince dips his hands under my dress and grips onto my ankles. Running his thumbs over my stocking-clad skin, he draws my legs further apart to make more space for himself as he slides in between my thighs.
A rattled breath shudders my chest in my bodice.
His eyes snap up and latch onto my cleavage. He swallows, hard, before he lifts his gaze to mine—and he smirks something dark and tired at me. As though he’s lost a long battle and has ultimately accepted his defeat.
Am I that battle?
Am I his defeat?
Those thoughts burn my cheeks even hotter.
I choke on a breathy gasp as the prince leans closer to me, inching nearer my core, and lifts up my ankles from the air between the floor and tabletop. Draping my legs over his shoulders, his hands run up from my ankles, along the prickling flesh of my stocking-covered legs, before they settle on my outer thighs, and he’s bunched up my skirt to my waist.
I’m almost in full view on him. All that shields me is a plain linen pair of shorts that barely covers my backside. Still, I take some dignity in the shorts for a moment. A moment that the prince shatters.
His smirk fades as he reaches between my thighs and, using the pad of his thumb, peels the middle seam to the side. He reveals me entirely.
My chest lifts with a long inhale I draw in, one wrapped too tightly in anticipation and uncertainty. I have no idea what he means to do with me, or why he is staring at my core with a spark of life in his still-tired eyes.
I feel the excitement warming me down there. I feel the slow and steady drip of wetness that I can’t explain. I should be terrified, ashamed,humiliated—and yet, I’m consumed by the sudden ache to have him inside of me, devouring me.
It’s more than his appearance that has my stomach flipping for him. More than the tousled, coal-black hair that falls over forehead and brushes over his naturally arched eyebrows, more than the fullness of his faint pink mouth that looks forever swollen from an intense kiss, much more than the crystalline blue of his eyes and the honeyed glow of his skin, or those ink marks that I want to run my fingertips over. No, it’s more than his appearance. It’s the small smiles that dance on his lips, the dangerous smirks that flood me with ice and heat at the same time, the gentle caress off his fingers on my skin, the way he watches me as though I am the only person in the world with him, and he must be sure of my presence at all times.
It’s his interest in me.
A selfish thought. I respond because I’m wanted. I’mneeded.
But in part, I can’t deny that I do want him, too. And in this moment, as he runs his hands back and forth on my thighs, further spreading them, and moves in closer to my heat, I realiseIneedhim—his touch, at least.
A jolt of pleasure shoots through me like lightning. The tip of his nose grazes my bud and the heat of his breath tickles my slit. His mouth lingers near my opening.
I fight a grin as he gently blows a slight breath along my slit, up to my swelling bud.
He leans in. His mouth grazes along the edges of my core. He kisses down the sides of my wetness, never straying from his torturous direction.
An impatient moan breaks free from me and I buck my hips, desperation coiling around the fire in my belly.
Slowly, his tongue gathers at my opening and licks all the way up to my buzzing clit. I let out a gutteral moan at the sensation, a moan that I have to muffle with my hand slapped to my face when his tongue whirls around my bud and sends trembles shooting down my legs draped over his shoulders.
In answer, the prince growls against my core. He takes one of my lips—mydown therelips—between his teeth. He grazes it gently, and the tickling feeling is enough to shiver me with the early prickles of absolute pleasure.
For a beat, I really think the climax will hit me right now on the table.
But before it can, the prince draws back and considers my core for a moment. Impatient, I slide further down the table to meet him.
I hear his faint chuckle and feel the curve of his grin as he nears for a kiss on my wetness. This is torture, absolute torture. I need more—I need it all.
“Please,” my voice comes out in a shaky whimper.
And it’s enough.
Something comes undone in the prince. A savage sound rips up his throat and growls against my core. I almost think he’s going to eat me up for a moment before his tongue flicks out and catches my bud in a curl.
