‘About damn time,’ he rasps. Then his mouth is on mine and his hand is moving from the safety of my hips up towards my chest. ‘I was going insane watching you in that dress, Thorn. Not being able to get my hands on you.’ He growls the words into my neck, the heat of his breath causing my own temperature to skyrocket. As his teeth graze along the tender skin of my shoulder blade, he simultaneously slides one of his hands in through the side of my dress to graze against the hard peaks of my nipples, while the other slips into the slit, eliciting a deep moan from somewhere at the very depth of my being.
‘That’s it, Thorn. That’s what I need to hear.’
For a moment he stays as he is, one hand toying with my nipples, the other moving towards my inner thighs, but then, without warning, he replaces his hand on my breast with his static hum. As I gasp at the sensation,his free hand claws into my hair and he pulls my mouth back against his. The taste of wine is faint in comparison to the tang of vanilla on his lips, and I want it all. And from the way his tongue plunders my mouth, the feeling is mutual.
My back arches off the wall, pressing me against him. He’s rock hard. I can feel it. And the thinness of my dress makes it feel so close that it’s agonising.
‘Gods, you will never stop distracting me,’ he groans. ‘Never stop distracting me.’ Is he begging or ordering? I don’t know, but at this point I’ll accept either.
The need to feel him in me is even more intense than it was in his room, and I move to unbutton his trousers. As much as I want to make this last, I also have no desire to get caught screwing the prince. Anyone could walk in on us, and the danger of it all adds an extra frisson to my already wild excitement.
I shouldn’t be doing this, not with him. Especially not when we’re so close to the end of the Retterheld. This is the point I should be breakingawayfrom people, not making closer ties. But I can’t stop myself.
‘Wait here,’ he orders and for a split second I fear he’s going to walk away and leave me in this state, but instead he stops at a large ottoman. He grabs the underside with one hand, hoicks it up, and drags it over to me. I’m sure it would have been easier just to ask me to move, but I’m grateful he didn’t. I’m not sure my legs even work right now. Assuming he wants me to lie down, I turn my back towards it, but he stops me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
‘Not yet,’ he growls as he wraps his hands around my thighs. The slit of my dress falls open, revealing the height of my boots and the soaked cotton of my underwear.
‘Fuck.’ He groans. ‘You’re so wet for me, Thorn. You know this is the point of no return, right? You need to tell me now if you want me to stop.’
‘Don’t you dare,’ I hiss back.
A dark chuckle resonates in his throat as he lifts my left leg so that my foot is planted on the ottoman two feet off the ground, and then he slides his fingers under the fabric of my underwear. He begins to circle my clit with a touch so light I can’t help it when another moan escapes my lips. I grind my hips down onto his fingers, silently urging him to apply firmer pressure.
‘That’s it, Thorn. Keep showing me what you like.’
I bite down on my bottom lip, wishing I could show some sort ofrestraint, but I can’t. My hips continue to rock back and forth in a wild, needy rhythm I’m desperate for him to replicate as he increases the pressure. My head falls back, and when my eyes slide closed, he slides a finger into me, pulling a thick moan from my throat.
‘So wet, so tight. So fucking tight, Thorn.’
The way he purrs at me is enough to have my walls clenching, and the curling motion of his fingers inside me is more than enough to make the heat rise in my stomach.
‘Oh Gods,’ I pant. ‘I’m going to come.’
He smirks that delicious smirk I’ve come to adore. ‘That’s it. Good girl, Thorn. Come for me.’
And I do. Hard and fast, the contractions sending me higher and higher. But rather than bring release, they bring an even greater desperation.
I need to feel him inside of me. All of him.
I look at him with heavily lidded eyes. ‘Take me. Fuck me quickly. Someone might come in.’
He ignores my request, adding a second finger to the plundering of my silken depths. ‘Not yet. I’ve waited so long, I won’t be hurried.’
How have I never felt anything close to this? How did I ever think I enjoyed sex whenthisdamn near ecstasy exists?
My desire is interlaced with desperation for him. And though it’s hard to focus on anything but the way his fingers are brushing my inside wall with scary expertise, I fumble with his buttons, loosening his trousers enough that I can get my hand inside. He groans, control fraying as I encircle his cock with my hand. The sound is enough to have me gasping.
I can already feel the dampness that’s built up at his head and my tongue yearns to reach down and taste it, but instead, I run my fingers over him before clenching his girth in my hand. I stifle a moan. My fingers don’t come close to making it all the way around. Still, I pull my palm down in a long stroke, trying to take in as much of it as I can.
His groan is feral and he tightens my grip on his cock with his own hand. ‘This is yours, Thorn. All of it. Fucking own it.’
His words make me dizzy, the frenzy of need reaching an entirely new height.
He stifles his next moan by biting down on my shoulder so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave a mark.
‘Don’t be quiet,’ I whisper sultrily in his ear. ‘How else am I going to learn what you like?’
His eyes meet mine as a smirk spreads across his face. ‘Oh, that’s how you want to play it, is it?’
