I gazed into his green oceans, his presence engulfing me in its warmth against the midnight chill. His fingers brushed over my thigh, causing me to inhale sharply, and I concealed my lips with my palm to prevent letting out any sound.
“May I?” His words made my lashes flutter rapidly, and a wave of sparks crawled over my skin as his fingers crept up my thighs.
I nodded, unable to shake my head in a‘No’; there was no reason, either.
He leaned closer to my lips, just an inch away, brushing softly while his fingers moved up to the part between my legs.
My lashes forced closed at the feel of the manly touch.
A few moments passed, absorbing the feeling of his finger gently brushing against my sensitive skin.
“Does my touch feel good?” he asked, his breath fanning my face. I nodded slowly.
Pecking my lips, he muttered,“Then my tongue would do wonders.”
A strong, icy shiver ran down my spine when he said this. And before I could even react, he knelt before me.
I clenched my fist at the sight and looked away timidly. He slowly leaned closer to my thighs, brushing his lips just above my knees.
“What’re you doing?” I whispered, my breathing uneven, unable to understand why he was kneeling before me.
“I’m going to suck your crown,” he murmured, causing me to gulp nervously.
“No, no, you can’t,” I said, but paying no heed, he inched closer and kissed my thighs, deeper this time. I stumbled to my feet and placed my hand on his head, trying to push him away.
“Why?” he asked.
I shook my head dizzily and tried to speak.“You’re a prince. I’m just…” his lips travelled up my thighs, causing me to huff in desperation. “…I am just a commoner…” but he was too busy, lifting my shirt with his mouth and slowly moving towards the darker part of me.“A maid,” I breathed out.
My words felt futile as he pressed his lips to my centre.
A nerve-wracking shiver ran through my body when he parted his lips and sucked me hard.
I couldn’t help but exhale sharply.
As his lips caressed my core, I lifted half of my weight onto my feet. With his face digging deeper between my thighs, I widened my legs slightly to give him the space he so desperately needed.
“Kunwar-sa,” the words caught in my throat, and I weaved my fingers through his hair.
His hands gripped my thighs, and he drew me even closer to his mouth, making me stumble on my feet.
I clutched his hair tighter at the sensation. The way his lips curled against my sensitive flesh caused me to roll my eyes and eventually close.
“Does it feel good?” His deep, husky voice reached my ears through the haze, making me weak in my knees. I felt as if he had caged and freed me.
In this small room, behind the closed doors, his consuming presence made me breathless, and the moment the gentle caresses of his tongue were replaced by his teeth, nibbling hard, my body shook in insane anticipation.
“Don’t bite me, please,” I pleaded, yet pushed his face closer to my core desperately.
He kept sucking me, parting my legs even wider, pulling it up and putting it over his shoulder.
I felt vulnerable, being so open to being played and seduced. But his care and perfection made me feel cherished, not played.
A deep, trembly moan slipped past my lips when the soft suck geared into the deep, brutal one, determined to pull the skin completely into his mouth, nibbling it, licking it, claiming it as if it belonged to him.
“Let me taste you, Suman.” His words added an extra flavour to the art.
With my eyes closed and head tilted back, I couldn’t help but move my hips gently against his mouth.
