She tips her head back to wet her hair, arching a mischievous brow at me. "Are you watching or joining?"
I remove my clothes and step under the warm spray of the shower with her. Maven's eyes widen, and I laugh as her gaze slowly moves over my heavily patterned arms, chest, and legs. She seems fascinated by the extensive, swirling markings I've never been without—but it's glaringly apparent that she's avoiding looking at my cock, which is jutting out like a steel pipe.
Instead, her attention catches on the diagonal barbell piercing in my left nipple.
She tips her head. "May I?"
"Never bother asking to touch me, darling. I always want your hands on me."
Gingerly, she reaches out and traces the piercing. When she twists it ever so slightly, I shudder as it sends a spike of pleasure through me.
"Intriguing," she murmurs.
Yes, it is. I grin. "And how do you feel about the rest of them?"
My words have their intended effect, and eager need rushes through my veins as Maven's eyes finally settle on my cock and the three dydoe piercings around its head. Her gaze heats, and she swallows hard.
"That's…"
"It's called a king's crown. I thought it befitting my royal status since evidently, I'm the Nightmare Prince," I manage to joke despite the arousal making it impossible to tear my attention away from her extremely fuckable body.
I got the piercings years ago after hearing the moniker. I'd hoped they would finally make sex pleasurable for me, but it was useless. But now, when Maven trails her fingers over the piercings, a shudder wracks my spine. It feels unbelievably good, to the point that my cock head already beads with precum.
Still, if Maven doesn't like them, I'll have them removed. Anything for her.
"I like them," she murmurs without me having to ask a single thing.
Thank the gods. She's painfully perfect for me.
Leaning down, I capture her lips and groan when she immediately presses against me. In two steps, I have my obsession pressed against the shower wall as our mouths tangle and my tongue brushes teasingly against hers. She makes a soft sound of pleasure, and I smile against her lips before letting my hands wander down her devastating body.
Her grip twists into my hair, adjusting my head's angle as she kisses me back. The exchange is making me dizzy because I need her more than I need oxygen, but finally, she breaks away to gasp for air while I kiss down her jaw and neck.
But before I kiss lower, I pull back and gently trace the pale scar between her beautiful breasts with my fingertips.
"What happened to your heart after it was taken from you?" I murmur out loud…
Like an absolute fucking imbecile. Less than a second later, it registers that asking her this just ruined any chance of delicious shower sex. The question just slipped out before I could help it, and now I want to kick myself.
My darling looks away, her hands sliding from my neck. "It doesn't matter."
I take her chin to make her look at me because this is the second time she's uttered that bullshit in my presence.I won't stand for it.
"Try that again, darling."
Maven's dark eyes flash, and for a moment, I think she's going to tell me to go fuck myself. But instead, she slips out from between me and the wall and begins shampooing her hair. She speaks nonchalantly.
"Amadeus preserved it with magic. It sits on display on his mantle."
On display.
Like a damned trophy.
Fury floods my system, and I spend the next five minutes lost in especially violent machinations within my own head. I've never seen the Entity, and I have no reason to believe I ever will—but imagining skewering eyeballs and carving skin slowly calms me down until the water droplets from the shower are no longer hovering around us from lack of gravity.
Someone knocks on Maven's bedroom door. "You ready, Raincloud? Class starts soon. Tell Stalker Boy to back the fuck off so you can eat before we go."
I sigh wistfully when Maven dries off, dresses, and leaves without a word. I know she's not mad at me for asking, but she loathes talking about her past. Not a wonderful way for me to start her day.
