He doesn’t hesitate. He drops down until his face is inches away from my throbbing pussy. First, he kisses my thigh, gently nipping at the skin. I let out a small sigh at the feel of his lips and teeth. His tongue laps upward, directly to my center. A fire ignites inside of me. My breath leaves me as his mouth moves, his lips caressing my labia and his tonguethrusting into my center. My body jerks when his tongue darts out and circles my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry out, unable to stop myself from grabbing his head and pushing into him. His wet hair tangles between my fingers.
He flattens his tongue and laps over my hot pussy, his saliva mixing with my arousal, and then I feel his fingers push into my slick heat. He sucks at my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Dante! Oh, Gods!”
“Cum for me, Celeste. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers.”
He swirls his scorching-hot tongue over my clit, and I swear I see stars exploding as I’m pushed over the edge. He continues to push his fingers in and out of me, riding out my orgasm.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s making his way up my body, peppering my skin with sensual kisses. When he reaches my mouth, his lips are pink and swollen, and I moan into his kiss as he positions his body over mine.
“We’re not done yet, Highness,” he says, his eyes filled with hunger. “I need to feel you.”
“Yes, please.” I practically hiss from need. “Take me.”
He drags his hard length through my soaked center, covering his cock in my arousal. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I can only moan in response, needing to feel him filling me. I’m too needy, so I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft and position his head at my entrance, my legs lifting so my thighs are pinned at his hips.
His hand joins mine, and together, we slide his cock into me. It sinks to the base, and my jaw hangs open at the feel of him. He shudders for a moment before pulling most of the way out and then slamming back into me. The burn of him stretching me is delicious, and I claw at his muscles, unable to get enough.
He grips my hips and undulates, thrusting in and out in a perfect rhythm, the friction building and sounds of our bodies slapping togethercombined with the whooshing whisper of the waterfall filling my ears.
“Gods, your pussy is squeezing me so good.” He fuses his lips to mine, his tongue moving with a passionate caress, breathing me into a frenzied kiss.
Our pace increases, and I cry out as he drives his cock into me again and again and again—fuck!
He grabs one of my legs, propping it over his forearm, and rolls his hips, pushing deeper into me. He grunts with each stroke, his jaw taut as he looks down between our thrusting bodies. I look, too, reveling in the sight of us moving together, my full breasts bouncing as he grinds into me, and I whimper with every thrust. He wraps a large, hot hand over one of my breasts, his thumb circling my nipple before lowering his mouth over it, sucking and lapping at it. With his mouth still on me, he moves his hand down to stroke my clit.
It’s too much, too hot, and I’m going to combust. I can feel my pussy clenching him, and I know I’m close.
“Dante!”
“Cum for me, Celeste,” he moans breathlessly. “I want to feel your pussy pulsing while I fill you with my cum.”
He thrusts, harder, faster, bringing me to the brink. I let out a desperate noise as my release bursts from me, my body straining, my pussy clamping around him as if it never wants to let him go. His body jerks and spasms as he lets out a guttural, “Fuuuck!”
His hot cum fills me, his ass clenched and his mouth crashing into my neck. Our breaths are erratic, hot and raspy. I feel as if I’m melting as my heartbeat gradually slows back to normal. My head is spinning with euphoria, and my body tingles with the afterglow of pleasure. Dante’s lips move on my neck, pressing kisses into my skin as he moves his mouth higher, up my jaw. I turn my head so I can capture his mouth with mine, pushing his hair back from his temple and tracing his jaw with my thumb.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers, kissing me again.
We lie like this, with his cock still inside of me, as the sun disappears and the sky darkens. It isn’t until the breeze cools our bodies that hefinally pulls out of me and shifts, wrapping me in his arms with my head resting on his chest. He lazily strokes my hair as we gaze up at the emerging stars.
“Do you think things will be different once you’re a prince?” I ask quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dante doesn’t answer right away. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles against the small of my back, but I can feel the tension creeping back into his shoulders.
“Maybe,” he finally says, though there’s no conviction in the word. “My father, he’s always measured a man’s worth by the power he holds. Being his bastard made me nothing to him for years. But now…” He huffs a bitter laugh under his breath. “Now, I’m useful.”
I lift my head, frowning. “You’re not just useful. You’re—”
“I know what I am to you, Celeste,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine. “But to him? This title—this legitimacy—it’s not about me. It’s about control. As long as I do what he wants, I have value. If I step out of line…” He trails off, his jaw clenching tight.
I catch his hand, lacing our fingers together. “You don’t have to play his game. Not if it costs you who you are.”
His expression softens, and something unreadable flickers behind those storm-grey eyes. “I’m not doing it for him,” he admits. “I’m doing it for you. For us.”
