Page 98 of The Crown of the Dark Prince
He nipped at my chin and throat, the pain sharp at first but instantly soothed by the dart of his tongue. I gasped out loud, body arching towards him. His chest shook slightly as he chuckled again and the motion against my breasts left them heavy and aching for his touch. Like a mindreader he complied, grasping onto them and pulling one between his lips, tongue darting out as he suckled me.
Gods, I felt like I was about to die in the most beautiful way possible.
He lifted his head, keeping his attention trained on my body, while his tongue darting out over his lower lip as he trailed a finger down my body, circling the delicate tip of my breast before continuing down with impossible gentleness and maddening slowness. I whined my protest. The sensation was entirely satisfying and entirely not enough. Twining my fingers through the softness of his overgrown hair, I pulled him to me once more, needing his mouth on mine again. That hand continued its path, choosing now to climb upwards on the bare skin of my thigh, towards that place of burning need.
“Yes,”I whispered, shocked by the shameless need that coated my voice in heaviness.
I remembered briefly when he had touched me there the first time we kissed at the Hyrax archives. That had been over the thick material of my riding pants and had still felt indescribable. I wasn’t sure I could handle it with just the thin lacy scrap of undergarment between our skin.
His fingers traced gentle circles there, and it took only a minute for me to feel like I was about to lose my mind. Without meaning to, I gasped his name and his mouth was suddenly there to silence me as he pulled aside the lace and placed his fingers against my bare flesh, each circle sending pulses through every part of my body. I followed his touch, rocking my hips against his fingertips as I chased that unbearably sweet pressure.
“I want to have you,” he whispered, pulling back to watch me as I writhed against his hand. Slowly a finger pushed inside me, then another, the sensation foreign but positively delectable. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet for me, princess.”
He looked down at me, the question in his eyes.
It was the last barrier that existed between us, the final decision that had to be made before we officially reached a point that we could never come back from. And though I knew it would change absolutely everything, Ino longer cared about anything but Clay and how badly I wanted his fire to consume me.
His fingers kept their rhythm as I nodded up at him, my heart seizing at the way he grinned before removing himself from the crux of my thighs. I whimpered, unconsciously locking my legs around his hips to keep him tight against me, only to completely still as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off the taste of me.
“Is that one of the things you dreamed about?” I whispered.
His expression was positively devilish. “And you taste sweeter than my most unspeakable fantasy.”
I was momentarily curious about what exactly said fantasy entailed.
Clay stood, hovering by the bed for a moment just to look at me before his hands undid the belt of his trousers and in no time the Crown Prince of Athenia stood before me, naked in all his glory, tall and muscular. Andincrediblywell-endowed.
There was no way I was prepared for this.
And there was no way I was saying no to it.
“Lift your ass for me, princess,” he instructed, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I did as I was told, lifting my hips so that he could slide off the fabric.
Somewhere inside me, I was aware of the nerves that swam in my stomach underneath the layers of desire. The awareness that I didn’t have the slightest idea of what I was doing, or what Ishouldbe doing. My hesitancy must have been visible on my face because Clay got to his knees on the bed and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.
“Relax,” he told me. “Just be with me. Don’t worry about anything else. We can stop whenever you want.”
My wanting it wasn’t necessarily in question. Heated anticipation was firing in waves from my core, desperate and needy. “I don’t know how to-”
He shushed me with a gentle press of his lips against mine as he guided me to lie back and pushed my thighs apart with a knee. “Princess, my enjoyment of this evening is not something you need to question. And if for some unimaginable reason you doubt how much I think you are the most stunning fucking creature I’ve ever seen, then trust that we will have plenty more opportunities for me to teach you every single way we can love each other. For now, just lay back and let me worship at your altar.”
A wave of emotion overcame me, filled with longing and trust, desire and friendship, passion and… something I hadn’t given voice to.
Clay hooked his hands under my knees, raising my thighs as he positioned himself at my entry. There was one last pause, one last questioning glance, before I whispered, “Yes,” and he pushed himself into the deepest part of me.
I gasped out, shutting my eyes against the sudden sting of pain, breathing through my nose and Clay was still, allowing me the time I needed to adjust to the feeling of him and open my eyes again.
“Okay?” He asked, running a thumb comfortingly over my cheek.
“Perfect.”
He kissed me, slow and tantalizing, both a promise of what was to come and a vow that I was safe with him. As his lips worked against mine, his tongue and teeth running against my bottom lip, his hips began to rock, moving in and out of me with gentle carefulness.
And it was…sensational.
My core clenched, locking tightly around him as he moved and he groaned, the sound only spurring me on. With every push and pull of his body, that pain faded, leaving searing pleasure in its wake. His pace quickened, his head thrown back for a moment in his own pleasure, and my toes began to curl, that high building with every movement. It clouded my mind. Every thought and fear faded from existence and my breath became cries that sounded around us.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
