Let us both surrender to each other—to fate. Shatter every pretense. Be what we were made to be by destiny.
Lovers.
The backs of his legs hit the bed. His hands are on my waist, pulling me firmly against him. There’s nothing but heat and heavy breathing through parted lips barely touching.
Without warning, I push him onto the bed. Kaelis falls easily, sliding back, giving space for me to crawl on top of him. My hair frames his face as I kiss him again, slower, deeper, as if my tongue is laced with poison and I want to ensure he has a fatal dose.
As I trail tongue and teeth down his jaw and his neck, he rasps, “Twenty, I cannot have enough of you.”
The words ignite something rebellious in me. “Are you sure about that?”
“Very.”
I lean back, straddling him, looking down at the man helpless under my hands. Almost nonchalantly, I unbutton his shirt as I rock my hips, feeling the length of his erection straining against his pants.
He grips my thighs. His words are little more than a growl. “That’s it…Take what’s yours.”
Peeling away the shirt, I splay my hands across his bare chest. Beneath all those layers of tailored fabric he armors himself in, he’s just a man. Muscled, but wiry. A pale frame in a pool of dark clothes. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other continues to grip my thigh possessively.
“Fuck me,” Kaelis demands.
“So vulgar.” Itsk.“Simply fucking you isn’t going to be enough to satiate me. I am going to take my time enjoying bringing the infamous Prince Fucking Kaelis to his knees.”
A low, tortured groan escapes him. His nails rake against my scalp as he grabs my hair almost painfully. I continue grinding against him, my own arousal going right to my head.
“You’re really going to draw this out?” His voice is strained, hands trembling on me. As if he can barely control himself—barely keep himself from taking control.
I lean down, lips brushing against his as I whisper, “Yes, and I will delight in it.” I kiss him once more down his neck, his collarbone, and shift lower, planting kisses across his chest and nipples. My tongue circles them like an instruction for what I want him to do to me. I close my teeth around them, harder and harder, until he lets out a low hiss, nearly flinching. At that second, I release, then repeat.
Tortured groans escape him between strings of curses. I shift lower still, moving my body to give myself access to his pants. But I don’t undo them just yet. Instead, I graze my hand over the straining erection, fingers closing around it for only a heartbeat before releasing.
“Fuck.Fuck.” Just a hand on him and his head is tipping back at the friction.
As I unbutton his trousers, a card rises from my deck. His eyes dartto it immediately, then to mine. I give a coy smile that turns his unease to curiosity.
The Page of Coins grants expertise in something for a single day. I am not inept when it comes to sex, that I know well enough. But I am not an expert inhim.Not anywhere close yet. And tonight, I want to be. I want to drive him insane.
Magic hits me right as his cock springs free. Just the sight of it has my clothes fitting too tight. But I can be patient. Confidence swells within me, and I know exactly what to do as I see him shift his hips slightly. His hands gripping for the sheets. The moment my lips wrap around him, Kaelis lets out a deep moan that fills every corner of the darkening room. Little by little, I take him in my mouth, painfully slow.
The muscles in his legs, stomach, and ass all tense and relax. Thanks to the card, I know he’s fighting bucking. He’s struggling for control, and it is the most erotic thing I could’ve never even imagined. He wants to surrender. He’s desperate to submit. Yet that wars with an insatiable need to grab me and take me.
I swirl my tongue around the head, suck, and relax. Both of his hands find my head, pushing gently.More,they say with their quivering fingers. I take his full length into my mouth, and the second I do, he lets out a low groan.
At first, I set the pace—slow, then faster. His low growl of “Fuck” is the only warning I get before his grip on my hair tightens and his hips start to move. I let him lead, one hand finding his balls, massaging them gently. He hisses as I do.
His breathing shifts. His movements become more reckless. Be it magic or practice, I know exactly what my prince sounds like when he’s reaching his climax.
I pull away without warning, saliva dripping down my chin and onto his cock. “No…Not yet.”
Our eyes lock, and he lets out a frustrated growl. His cock twitches, aching for release. One hand is still in my hair, and I can almost see the fantasy playing out in his mind to force my face back down onto him.
“It’s my turn,” I command.
His eyes widen in hunger and excitement. Kaelis sits and grabs my face with both hands, kissing me fully. I wonder if he can taste himself on my tongue. If he can, he devours whatever traces he left in my mouth.
I’m pushed onto my back, and a card rises from his own deck, still close at hand from where it resides in his coat pocket on the bed. The Five of Coins shines, and with a golden glimmer, my clothing disappears. The mere feeling of his magic cascading over me has my eyes rolling back. My skin prickles in the cold air of his room—with anticipation for what is to come.
“There she is,” he murmurs, looking down at me with what can be described only as pure desire mixed with sheer admiration.
