The misty water highlights his body as I glance up. “Worshipping the High Prince of Spring.”
And he does look like a High Prince now more than ever, his body like a statue, the starlight silver helm gleaming.
“Rosalina,” he begins, but I don’t give him a moment to protest.
“You’re not good at letting people take care of you. But I’m going to take care of you, Ezryn.”
With that, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and twirl my tongue. He groans, sinking against the stone. With one hand, I grip his shaft and with the other, I cup his balls.
His body goes rigid as I run my tongue up the seam, taking time to taste the pearly sheen on his tip.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re such a good girl.”
Encouraged, I open my mouth and take him deeper. My hand clutches the base of his cock. He grabs a fistful of my hair, legs shaking. I suck in a breath through my nose, reveling in being able to take so much of him.
I blink up, a half-smile on my stuffed lips, and he rolls his head back, groaning. “Seven realms, you’re beautiful.”
His praise makes my chest heave, and I work him with my mouth and fingers until he starts thrusting against me. His tight grip on my hair keeps my head steady as he fucks my mouth, gently at first, and then harder and harder.
“You’re so good,” he groans. “Too good.”
I drop my hand from his balls and press against his hips to stop his movement. Then I pop off his cock, a line of spit dripping out of my mouth. “Are you going to give me your cum?”
His cock twitches in front of my face. “What?”
My voice becomes a whine. “Will you come in my mouth?”
He runs a hand over his visor, slicking away the water. “You want me to…”
“Please.”
“Fuck.” In answer, he grabs the back of my neck and shoves his cock into my mouth. I suck him greedily, dragging my tongue around his swollen head, desperate for him.
“Rose, I-I’m—”
I open my throat as much as I can and squeeze his balls tight in my hand. With a roar, his cock throbs, then erupts in my mouth. I take him deeper and suck harder, eager not to miss a single drop. His hands are like vice grips in my hair, and then all at once, he relaxes. His hands lower, his knees buckle, and I swallow one more time.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and pulls me up by my elbows until we’re chest to chest, the hot water streaming over us.
He runs a hand over my lips, cleaning me. “Perfect.”
I smile, his praise addictive.
Ezryn leans his helmet against my forehead. “I choose you, Rosalina,” he whispers. “Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
The words nearly escape my lips: everything, everything, everything.
But maybe it’s the rush of the water waking me up or I’m not the same idiot girl I was yesterday, but I know I can’t say yes.
Because I’d given everything to Dayton, only for the world to remind us that it doesn’t work like that. It’s not enough to want something with your whole heart. It’s not enough for every part of you to be screaming thatthisis right.
I can’t break my heart again.
“Will you let me have you, Petal?” Ezryn continues when I don’t say anything. “Let me lay you on the High Prince’s bed. I will take you in a way that only a fae of Spring can.”
My heart feels like it may rip from my chest in order to get to him, but I push out of the shower, grabbing a second towel from the floor and wrapping it around myself.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, following me.
