Page 84 of This Prince Is Not Charming

He raised his eyebrows, blue eyes flashing. “I’m listening.”

I walked backward toward the open doorway, slowly pushing down the sleeves of my golden dress. Cillian’s eyes went black as he watched me.

Something poked me in the back, and I stopped suddenly, letting out a shriek as a coat stand began unlacing the back of my dress. I craned my neck to see it stretching out its arms, little hooks on the end loosening the laces that held my dress together.

When I turned back, Cillian was doubled over, laughing. I narrowed my eyes and kicked off a glittering heel, sending it flying toward the high prince.

He stood just in time to catch it, laughter dying in his throat as the last lace was undone and my dress fell around my waist.

“Fuck,” he said, and I liked the way his voice sounded so breathless.

Its job done, the coat stand waddled back into the bath chamber, tap, tap, tapping along the floor.

I held Cillian’s gaze, the moment of levity forgotten as I remembered exactly what I wanted from him tonight. There were so many obstacles in our way, so many frightening things happening, but tonight was about Cillian and me finally baring ourselves to each other, and I was going to savor every moment.

I brought my hands to my bra, cupping my breasts and pushing them together. Cillian watched in rapt fascination and licked his lips. “Fucking fuck,” he said with a shaky breath, a noticeable bulge growing in his trousers.

I reached around the back to unhook the garment and let it fall to the ground. Cillian’s breathing turned shallow as he took in my bare upper half.

“Godwitches, you’re perfect,” he said. “So fucking perfect.”

I smiled and let my dress fall the rest of the way down, revealing my full naked body. This time a guttural sound came from Cillian’s throat, and heat flooded my core as I started backing away again, then spun on my heel and crooked my finger for the high prince to follow.

I entered the bath chamber, the stone cool against my feet. The room was filled with steam as the buckets of hot water dumped themselves into the tub, each one refilling with water the moment it emptied.

The brass tub could easily fit four people. I was glad to see how big it was. Plenty of room for both of us. I turned just in time to see Cillian in the doorway, still fully dressed.

“You can’t get in the tub like that,” I pointed out and stepped in, lowering myself.

The warm water sloshed around me, feeling so soothing, the tension draining from me.

Cillian just stared for a moment, not moving.

“Cillian?” I waved my hand. “Are you okay?”

“I think you’ve broken my brain.”

I let out a laugh. “You’ve seen plenty of naked women before.”

“Never you,” he said. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you, Cerriwen Morgane.”

My throat grew thick at the rawness of his words, how violently they hit me in the heart. “Me too,” I said. “Now hurry up and get undressed. I was promised a proper defiling, and I’m ready for it.”

He shot me a smile and stripped off his clothes while I perched my arms on the edge of the tub and watched.

I’d seen his bare chest before, but never any other part of him, and my mouth was watering at the sight of his muscled shoulders, chiseled abdomen, and the trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband. In the dark alcove earlier tonight, I’d barely been able to see anything, but now the warm glow of sconces gave me a full view of Cillian’s body. He pulled down his trousers, his cock springing free, hard and thick. Oh, godwitches. That was going to feel so good inside me.

He strode toward the tub, lifting his leg and settling in, and I didn’t even have time to blink before he was flipping me over so I straddled him in the water, his cock pushing against my entrance.

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he murmured.

“I think I do,” I said.

My hands roamed over his chest, covered with dark hair, and I swirled a finger around his nipple, then down his hard abdomen.

He captured my mouth with his. Unlike when we were in the alcove, we could take our time, knowing we wouldn’t be interrupted, that we had the entire night to ourselves, to each other. He brought his hands down to my ass, gripping it tight and lifting me higher so that his cock rubbed between my legs, right where I needed it. I moaned at the feel of his hard length against me, so utterly perfect, like finally scratching an intense itch.

Our kiss deepened, and he licked my bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside my mouth, letting it dance with mine. Instinctively, my hips rocked, and I rode against his cock, my pace increasing as the friction became otherworldly. I needed this. I needed him.