Eleven
FRIEDRICH
I showAurelia around the portion of the palace playing host to the evening’s festivities, doing my best to keep my hands off her, but that tight little dress is begging me to grab onto her perfectly curved waist. As much as I want to take her into a deserted room—and there are plenty on this floor to be certain—it’s almost time to hide away for the night.
I just need a moment of her.
Pulling Aurelia into one of the empty sitting rooms near the back of the palace, her captivating eyes widen as I pin her against the door with my hips. She lets out a delicate, breathy moan as my cock presses into her pelvis. I’ve been sporting a semi all afternoon thinking about her, and now witnessing her in this figure-hugging dress is absolute torture.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I groan as I pressgentle sucking kisses along the pulse in her neck. Her only response is a strangled hum, and my cock twitches in appreciation.
“I have a task for you later tonight.”
“What’s that, my prince?” she murmurs as I continue peppering her exposed skin with kisses.
“You say you’ve never done anything sexual with anyone before.”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“I want you to be prepared for what I’m going to do to you on Sunday.”
She moans a little louder when I carefully suck at the sensitive spot where her neck and collarbone meet, and I’m nearly at full attention now. Christ, it’s been so long since I’ve just taken my time with someone. Kissing is usually low on the to-do list when I do get the chance to get off. I’ve forgotten how fun the buildup can be. Feeling Aurelia’s skin erupt in goosebumps under my fingertips, hearing her breathing change as her need spikes, the deep ache in my groin as my cock begs for more.
Fuck, it’s intoxicating.
My lips ghost over the curve of her ear, and she shudders. “I want you to touch yourself,” I whisper.
There’s a hitch in her breath, and I know she’s thinking way too hard about this. I don’t want to scare her, but I also need her to be comfortable with me touching her when the time comes.
“Can you do that for me, Aurelia?”
She’s silent for a moment, but she’s still rolling herhips against mine on pure instinct. I want to drag her to one of the small sofas in the middle of the room and plant her on my lap. I want to guide her in rubbing herself off on my straining erection. I want to see her come undone while she dry humps me like we’re naughty teenagers. If I do that, though, I’m sure I won’t be able to get through this night.
“I’ll try,” she finally stutters.
“Good girl.” I place a quick kiss on her sealed lips, not pushing for more, and I really need to get going.
But first, I have to procure snacks for my evening of covert observation. I drag myself away from her and adjust my dick in my pants, willing it to come to heel. Aurelia’s eyes are hooded, hazy with lust as she keeps her gaze fixed on me.
“Come, mi’ lady.”
I place her hand back on my arm and lead her away from the temptation of privacy and towards the dining room. My cousin accosts me at the door to the kitchen, where wait staff in tails bustle in and out with trays of canapes and cocktail snacks.
“No pressure, eh, Fritz?”
“Actually, Trix, doing my best to forget all about it.”
Aurelia stays behind and to the side of me. Trixie eyes her over my shoulder. I should have talked to Trixie about this sooner, but we’ve both been rather busy, and I can think of no one better to guide Aurelia through her first courtfunction.
“With food and alcohol?” my cousin asks as I snag a plate off the tray of a passing waiter.
“Ah, good, Miles made it with the booze, then?” His job, as always, is to provide the libations for the night. “And I suppose you’re here to intimidate any poor woman who dares wear the wrong shoes.”
“I’m sorry, but that Grecian heiress had it coming. Wearing flats with open toes to my birthday party.” She makes a gagging face.
I raid a few assorted hors d’oeuvres as more trays pass. “You made her cry, and I had to deal with the fallout.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, yes, a trip to Greece must have been such a drag.”
