The Prince ran his calloused hands across my body, and I hummed as he brought me back to the present. I allowed my eyes to close. He wasn’t like the men I’d slept with in life. They had taken what they wanted from me, but Sitri? He wanted me to give, to offer myself up willingly.
The gentle way he touched me had me melting beneath his fingers, hanging on his words, consumed by his commanding presence. With no sense of time or lingering resistance, I sank into the feeling. Sitri chuckled as he watched.
“It’s clear that you have never been an equal in coitus, darling. I think we should change that.”
I opened my eyes and cast them on Sitri. Countless emotions danced across his face. Hunger, sorrow, pride, hope—feelings once concealed, no longer suppressed. Slowly, they shifted to his signature smirk.
“That’s quite a claim to make,” I whispered, warmth flushing my skin. “What gave you that idea?”
“You assumed everything I did was to bed you, and you have only just stopped freezing at my touch.” Sitri ran his fingers through my hair,and I leaned into his caress. “You don’t know your own body, but I can help you get to know it.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What exactly are you proposing?”
“A little exercise in pleasure; a demonstration, if you’d care to let me show you the true meaning of lust.”
Sitri’s hands, once tender, tightened around me. He pulled me into a roll. I squeaked in surprise as he settled atop me, caging me beneath him. Desire thickened in the air between us, so intense I didn’t need to draw on my newly gifted talents to taste it; sweet like honey, thick as molasses, and laden with the promise of bliss.
He wouldn’t act on those desires, though. Not yet.
The Prince still wore his leather pants. They’d clung tight to his body before, but now, his growing arousal strained them. I propped myself up on my elbows, closing the distance between us, caressing Sitri’s cheek. He loosed a guttural growl. I moved freely, unbound by clothes, while he was still restricted.
There was something more to it, though—something he desired from me. Hunger burned in Sitri’s eyes. He looked me over like a starving hound, unable to feast without his master’s command. Desperate. Longing for me to give the order and invoke what we both wanted.
Sitri’s lust chained him, and I held the key to his shackles.
“Show me, then,” I said. “Let me see what the Prince of Lust and Lies can do.”
A smile crossed my face, as sharp and twisted as Sitri’s. I cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulled him closer, brought our faces together, locked him into a passionate kiss. His mouth enveloped mine, and my lips parted. Our tongues clashed in a battle to conquer one another’s mouths. The Prince ground his hips against me. I could feel his need through the web of our shared magic, his desperation to connect our bodies.
I broke from the kiss first, head spinning, heart fluttering with anticipation. Silver saliva strands formed between us. Marked our union. Tied us together.
This was new, so unlike the casual, one-sided sex I’d known. It wasn’t a fix or an obligation, but something fuller. More complete.Alive.
Sitri unlatched his belt, and I tugged away his pants. He kicked them off, along with his undergarments. I’d glimpsed his naked form once before. Now, I got to drink him in. The Prince was a sight to behold, scars and all, weathered and wrought. His rugged, sharp, lean muscles contrasted against my curves, my opposite in every way, our bodies fitting together as if made for one another.
Between his legs, his cock stood at attention, yearning to be inside me, to fill me. I ached for him, hungered for Sitri to claim my body, just as he claimed my soul.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Sitri growled as his hand met my thigh. Slowly, firmly, he coaxed it to the side.
For him, I spread myself wide. “Prove it.” I rose off the bed until our noses nearly touched. “Enough talk. I want to see what you’re made of, Sitri, and you don’t have to wait any longer.”
A deep growl erupted from the Prince’s throat, setting heat between my legs. His fingers curled, clawing at my thighs. I whimpered as they dug into me.
His face met my neck. I tilted my head back, granting him access, and he rewarded me with tender kisses. Each brush of silk-soft lips invited sighs and shivers. When his teeth came, I gasped. They grazed my throat, promising pain, dragging against me. They were sharp. Dangerous. Demanding of my trust.
This time, I was all too willing to grant it.
Hands rough with calluses worked down my stomach. One seized my hip; the other sought my breast. Kisses trailed along my collarbone, across the contours of my chest, grazing my unattended nipple.
I threw my arms around his shoulders; his hips shifted above me, and as our bodies connected, I saw stars.
Sitri drove deep inside me, filling me to the brim, stretching me in the most delightful of ways, stoking the fire in my core. His thumb found my right nipple moments before his lips latched onto the left. Wet suction blurred with gentle abrasion as he worked the sensitive nubs.
Lightning coursed through my chest, bolted straight between my thighs. My back arched off the bed. I cried out, clung to him for dear life, afraid that I’d be swept away in intensity if I lost my grip. As if sensing my fears, he lifted one of my ankles, curled me around him, and I was happy to oblige.
Sitri’s free hand dove towards my core. His fingertips brushed my clit—a gesture so welcome, so foreign, that my breath rushed from my lungs. I cleared the way, throwing my other leg over him with such ferocity that I feared I might have hurt him. The Prince’s ravenous growl told me otherwise. The angle only drove him deeper, intensified the pleasure, turned us into a quivering tangle of lust and limbs.
Our moans sang together like a chorus as we made love. My nails embedded in his back. His tongue swept over my nipple, and his teeth grazed me as he suckled. I arched up into him, writhed beneath him. Burning pressure built in my hips, painful in its totality, and I’d do anything to relieve it. I whimpered, clinging to Sitri. Desperate to drive him deeper.
