She kisses the tip of my head. “I like bringing you pleasure, Your Highness. It turns me on.”
I take the nape of her neck in my hand. “Are you already ready for more, my lady?”
Her eyes meet mine, the honey amber softening. “It seems like I’m always ready when it’s with you, Callum. Like I can never get enough.”
I swallow thickly but don’t allow myself to fall further under her spell. “Glad to hear it.” I sit up long enough to grasp her hips and spin her around, lying back down when her pretty pussy is settled back over my face.
She peeks over her shoulder at me. “It’s supposed to be your turn.”
“I like it better this way.” Watching Caterine find pleasure with me makes me feel something close to invincible.
She doesn’t protest further, finally taking my aching cock in her mouth. She moves slowly, gradually taking me deeper and deeper. The things this woman can do with her tongue.
No partner in my future is ever going to be able to compare. Not just with the way she makes me feel physically, but with how comfortable I’ve become in her presence. How at home I feel in her company, and in her bed.
I let my tongue find her center, keeping the pressure soft and gentle in case she’s still sensitive. She lets out a moan with my dick deep in her mouth and I have to fight to keep from coming on the spot.
I’ve never engaged in this act with a partner before, too afraid in the past of looking improper, fearing rumors about the Prince of Scota and his demands in the bedroom. But with Cate, I have noneof that fear. And so I let go of all doubts and just enjoy this. Bringing her pleasure, while she guides me to the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
It builds quickly. I don’t even have time to warn her before I explode, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her sucks turn gentle while I come down, and I increase the pressure of my tongue, slipping two fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me seconds later.
She cries out her release and it’s the sweetest sound. If I heard it a million more times, it wouldn’t be enough. That doesn’t soften the blow of knowing I might never hear it again.
She shifts her weight off me, lying next to me on the bed, her feet at my head, her head at my feet. We both breathe heavily, as heavy as the silence around us.
I reach for her hand and she tangles her fingers in mine. I squeeze and dread the moment one of us speaks and this bubble is broken.
She sits up first and I reluctantly do the same. I wait for her to dart out of bed, and she does, but not before she places a soft kiss on my lips.
Caterine disappears behind her privacy screen, into her bathing chamber. The water runs for several seconds, and when she emerges, she’s draped in her robe.
I gather my clothes from the floor and dress quickly, not wanting to be the only one in the room exposed.
She pours us both a drink, setting the glasses on the table. We sit, and still the room remains silent.
I open my mouth to make my final request.
She holds up a hand to stop me. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“You do?”
She sucks in a long breath. “You’re going to kill your father so you can become the Scotan candidate.”
There’s no question in her voice.
“I know you probably think I’m a monster, Cate…”
“I don’t.” She reaches across the table and squeezes my hand.
I want to tangle our fingers together, keep her tight in my grip, but she pulls away before I can manage. “You don’t think I’m a monster even though I’m planning on murdering my own father?”
She looks me directly in the eye. “I know what kind of man you are, Callum Reid. And I know having to do this must be ripping you apart. I can’t even imagine. I know that just as clearly as I know you would never have come to this decision on your own.”
I have to pull my gaze from hers because there’s a sudden wetness building in my eyes. “How can you possibly know that?”
“Because I know you.” She shrugs, sipping from her whisky like we’re in the middle of a casual conversation.
“It’s only been a few days.”
