I took him in my mouth and I shuddered at the deep, rumbling sound that came from him. I took him as far as I could, which wasn’t all that far, but the Prince . . . His answering groan and the shallow flex of his hips told me he didn’t mind at all. I ran my tongue along his length and over the ridges along the underside, reaching the indent under the tip of his cock. I drew him into my mouth again as he . . . he seemed to warm beneath my hand and inside my mouth, and that heat invaded my own senses. I sucked on the head of his cock, surprised by the taste of him. It wasn’t salty like I’d experienced before, but . . . faintly sweet? Like a dusting of something akin to sugar? I’d never tasted anything like it before. His hand tightened in my hair, tugging on the strands as I sucked harder, my mouth filling with more of the taste of him— my mouth tingled and that sharp swirl of sensations moved throughout me, hardening the tips of my breasts and joining the muscles curling tight and low in my stomach. Feeling myself dampen, I moaned around him. The faint, fiery sting along my scalp as his entire body jerked only heightened my arousal.
I leaned into him, pressing my breasts to his thighs as I worked him with my mouth and my hand. The throb against my tongue echoed between my thighs, and I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I hadn’t ever done that— hadn’t ever touched myself before another. Gods, I wanted to so badly the ache was almost painful as my fingers pressed into the back of his calf.
“Fuck,” he growled, his body jerking again.
I’d never really enjoyed this act all that much before, but I was greedy now. I was insatiable as I drew him deeper, reveling in his taste, in the deep, guttural moans echoing from him. And when his hips started to rock, I wanted him to move faster, harder. I wanted all sorts of . . . of wicked things as I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my pulse thundering and my body aching. I squeezed my thighs together, shuddering at the flare of desire. His hold on the back of my head firmed, holding me in place as he moved. I wanted—
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes flew open.
He drew his cock from my mouth, and then guided me up onto my feet. My legs shook as he turned me, sitting me so that I was on the edge of his bed. He stepped in, spreading my legs wide. Cool air kissed the heat between my thighs. He reached down between us, taking ahold of one of my hands. He drew it over the length and the head of his cock, his flesh wet with my mouth and . . . and him. The tips of my fingers immediately warmed and began to tingle.
“What . . . what is this?” I asked, barely recognizing my voice. It was throaty. Sensual. “My skin is tingling and you taste . . .” I swallowed, moaning softly. In the cloud of lust, I remembered something he’d said. “Your come . . .”
“Is an aphrodisiac,” he finished.
“Good gods,” I gasped, eyes widening. He hadn’t even come yet, and it could have this kind of effect? “Now I— ” I moaned as a dart of intense desire pulsed through me. “I understand why people would want it so badly.”
His laugh was dark and sinful. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, folding his hand along the back of my head once more. “Fuck your fingers while I fuck your mouth.”
My body caught fire upon his demand— upon words that would’ve normally turned me off but now caused a whimper of pleasure to escape me. Eyes locked with his, I did as he demanded. I brought my hand to the space between my thighs as he watched, as he held completely still, his cock glistening between us. My fingers grazed my clit, and my hips nearly came off the bed. The tingling from my fingers transferred to the taut bud of nerves—
“Oh gods,” I cried out at the shiver of pleasure that rippled through me, body shaking. “I don’t think I can.”
“You can.” He drew my head closer to him. “I want those fingers inside you.” His jaw flexed. “I want them in you.”
Shuddering, I slipped them through the wetness and then inside me. He didn’t blink, not once as I began to move my fingers. He towered over me, his hand balled tightly in my hair. The tingling warmth followed the plunge of my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured.
My pulse thrummed as I took him into my mouth once more, gripping him with my other hand. I sucked on him as I did what he’d demanded. My hum of approval was lost in his growl as he thrust harder, his movements roughening, but there was a line of control in each push of his hips. He didn’t hurt me, and gods, I knew he could easily with how hard he was, how strong he was, but he took without taking, and I took more of that taste of him into my mouth, grinding against the bed as I touched myself. Muscles tightened and spun deep inside. He couldn’t hear my moans, but I knew he felt them as he watched me work his cock with my mouth, work myself with my own fingers. The release hit me hard, stealing my breath—