I’ve hated this time apart. It’s like I’ve been walking around with a ragged hole in my chest.
My apartment only consists of a few rooms, and Alden carries me directly to the nearest flat surface: a wooden dining table, piled with books at one end. Chairs scrape across the floor as he kicks them apart, setting my ass on the edge of the table.
I lock my ankles together behind his back, trapping him close. Alden laughs, dark and sinful.
“You should let me go, just for a moment. I need to get these pajama pants down, sweetheart. Need to get my mouth between your legs, because it’s been fucking weeks and I still haven’t tasted you.”
Yeah. Yeah, he promised. All that time ago, the prince brushed his lips against my earlobe and told me he’d go to his knees. And though none of this makes sense, though he should still be royally pissed off at me, there’s no way in hell that I’ll argue with Alden about this.
I release the prince.
Lift my ass and let him work my pajama pants off.
Then watch him drop to his knees on my dining room floor.
A shiver rolls through me, and it’s only partly due to the cool air on my bare skin. Tucking my chin inside my baggy sweatshirt, I watch in a daze as Alden strokes two big hands along my bare thighs. Goosebumps prickle across my skin, marking a trail of where he touches me. His shoulders are warm against my knees, and this is happening. This is happening.
“I’m not… I haven’t…”
“I know.” Hungry blue eyes bore into me, heat crackling in their depths. Strong thumbs rub circles against my inner thighs. “I know you haven’t. Relax, sweetheart.”
Relax.
Okay, yeah. I can try to relax. I mean, my legs are cold and I’m shivering and the table is hard beneath my ass, and the impossible,unattainableman I love is scowling at my pussy like he wants to devour me whole, but sure.
I can do that.
“Is it… okay?” My cheeks burn the second I ask him that, but I really need to know. Because he’s juststaring,stroking idly at my legs.And it’s not like I’ve ever compared my private bits with other girls, I have no freaking idea what’s normal and what’s not, but Alden lets out a low breath and leans forward.
“It’s more than okay,” he rasps, his breath hot against my seam, and then hismouthis there. Surrounding me. Licking and sucking. Bathing me in wet, hungry heat. Alden licks me in long, broad strokes from my ass to my clit, then dips his tongue past my entrance, tasting me from the inside.
“It’s perfect.” His words vibrate against my pussy, and I grip the edge of the table. Let out a startled gasp. “So fucking perfect, Bea.”
His eyes slant closed, and then the prince iseatingme. Gripping my ass and holding me against his mouth; making low, pleased hums. Every sound he makes tingles through my clit. And all I can do is squeeze the table, my toes curling against the cool air. My nipples tighten under my sweatshirt, and I’m whimpering his name.
“Alden.Alden.”
The prince growls and licks me deeper.
On and on and on he goes, feasting on my slick, needy pussy. Sometimes he looks up, feverish eyes burning into mine, and sometimes it’s like he’s lost in me. Dragged under by the spell of my body. And it’s lazy, so lazy compared to the urgent way he kissed me, the prince licking me in long, decadent strokes. But though the pleasure comes slower, building gently over time, it’s not long until I’m gripping the table so tightly my fingers ache.
“Please,” I whisper. My teeth throb from clenching my jaw. I’m drawn taut as a bowstring, vibrating with need as every muscle tenses in my body. Alden’s mouth tugs up in a smirk but he keeps licking me slowly. Taunting me.God.
“Please!” I nudge his ribs with my heel, shifting against the table. So restless in his grip. Every hot brush of his tongue feels good,sogood, and I’m nearly there. Dangling above the precipice. He’s tormenting me. I’m so close, and I… I…
“Come for me,” the prince orders, deep voice rumbling against my clit. He seals his lips over my clit and sucks hard just as I’m ready to weep with frustration.
“Oh!” My back arches, head tossed back and eyes screwed shut. The pleasure that floods through my body is so intense it almost hurts, and my legs jump and shudder against the dining table. I’m burning hot. Burning to a crisp. I’mruined,sweaty and trembling and so wet when Alden finally stands, working his belt loose.
Oh, god.
The prince looks wild. With spots of color on his cheeks and his chin shiny with my release, the prince of Caledithia looks positively feral.
“You’ll be ready for me now.” Alden’s voice is strained, his movements jerky as he shoves my legs wider, stepping close. Something brushes against my sensitive pussy, and it takes me a second to realize—it’s his cock. “You’re ready to take me.”
Despite his words, the prince stands frozen, vibrating with the effort of restraint. My brain is sluggish, still blissed out and slow from just now, and it takes me way too long to realize he’s waiting for permission.
“Oh! Yes, do it. Do it, Alden. Take me.”