Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“I only want you if you want me, my prince. But I don’t think it’s a secret I’m daydreaming about your body,” I tell him and knead his buttocks.
Sylvan nuzzles my cheek. “I don’t want you. I need you. I need to know what it’s like to be under you, to please you, to be a vessel for you.” His voice trembles at the end in a tone that awakens my most feral instincts.
He might be powerful, magical, and a prince, but he’s a little shy about the things he wants from me, and that only turns me on more.
“You literally murdered a guy for me. That’s commitment,” I rasp and slide my finger up and down his crack, pushing on the fabric to tickle his hole through it. He’s so responsive.
Sylvan shivers and bends his spine when he pushes his hips back, and I nip his upper lip, captivated by the ecstasy painted over his features. “You want to be my ‘vessel’, huh? That can be arranged, pretty thing.” No rubbers it is then.
“Now?” he asks, kissing my neck.
The mix of needy and vulnerable is intoxicating. Just like when I first saw him and couldn’t look away, couldn’t leave despite it being such a stupid thing to do while on the run from the law.
But now I can have him, and arousal dances in my veins when I slide my hands down his thighs, feeling them as I kiss my way along his jaw. I intend to savor this. “‘Now’ what?” I tease and lick the side of his face, making him moan. “What do you want from me, princeling?” I’m pretty sure I know, but I want him to say it. I want to see him blushing when he admits he wants my cock.
Sylvan squeezes me tighter, and now that I know he really is a prince, I wonder how he got here. Not why he got banished, that can wait, but how did he get to be twenty-five and a hapless virgin when he’s so adorably fuckable.
“I want you on top of me,” he says, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
I spit on my fingers and grab his jaw with my other hand as they dive into the back of his pants, headed to the center of his heat. I remember rubbing my cum into his hole, but now I’ll do much more than that.
His eyes roll back when my damp fingertips slide over wrinkled flesh, and I lick across his open lips still stained with blood. I want him to lose himself. I want him to scream, twist, and arch in my arms until he’s so pumped out I’ll have to carry him wherever we’re going next.
“Are you too embarrassed to ask for the things you want? For my cock diving deep into your needy hole?” I ask, making him tremble with my words.
“It’s… I shouldn’t ask for that. I should be the one in control. But I don’t want to,” his voice turns into a whimper when I press my finger against his opening. My dick will fit so snugly in there. The only one he’ll ever have, because there’s no way I’m ever letting go of this gem, not when he wants to keep me for good.
“What would all the other royals think if they knew you want to be fucked like this and filled with cum until that’s all you can think about,” I say, dipping my digit into his opening so rapidly he slides one knee up my hip, begging to be taken away to my den of choice.
I can do that. I’m more than happy to take charge.
The little moan he makes reverberates over my skin like a ripple on a lake and goes straight to my dick. His gentle fingers tighten on my arms, and my mind fills with memories of the previous times we’ve been together. Of his mouth so full of my dick he had tears in his eyes but wouldn’t tap out. Of his pink pucker slathered in my cum and clenching against my fingertip. Sylvan’s beautiful face flushed, eyes glazed over, lips trembling when he came.
“Please…” he whispers, shifting his ass against my fingers in a way that makes me imagine him dancing in my lap just as passionately.
I slide my finger out and grab him with both hands. He somehow immediately knows what to do and curls his limbs around me as I stumble forward. I kick away the stool, walk over the smith and head for the open door. A part of me wants to have him on a desk full of tools, which would clatter to the floor while I have my way with him, but this will be his first time, and I want him to be comfortable.
“You might not believe it, but I never fucked a prince before,” I hum, kissing him again as he attempts to rub himself against my body.