Page 66 of The Prince of Power

My body stiffens. It’s a soft kiss—just the barest brush of lips against my skin.

And then another, lower, at the curve of my jaw.

The air between us shifts. The playfulness is gone.

I inhale sharply, my breath catching in my throat.

His lips skim lower, pressing against the side of my neck. His breath is warm, his body impossibly close, and my stomach coils.

“Oh, Ava, Ava.” There’s a desperation in his voice that makes me hot everywhere. “I’ve been aching for this—dying.” A big hand slides down my chest and cups my breast. “Let me worship you.”

My pulse is pounding in my ears. “Okay.”

He groans. “Oh, fuck.”

In a flash, my swimsuit is yanked downward, and my breasts pop out. Shame washes over me suddenly. I’m a busty girl, and I’ve always hated the way my breasts sag almost down to my belly. “Wait,” I pant. “No.”

He freezes. Then his deep voice hits my ear. “How innocent are you, little doll?”

I shut my eyes. “It’s not that. I-I don’t like my boobs.”

He inhales a sharp breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His voice is full of disbelief. I know a lot of men like big breasts, and Damian is probably no different. But he couldn’t like saggy ones.

Could he?

“These are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he says, and my tummy does a little flip.

“I’m chubby.” My face flames. “I’m not ashamed of it. I like my body, but there are…you know…still things I’m insecure about. Boobs that sag. A big tummy.”

He chuckles darkly. One hand slides down my neck, my collarbone, lower. I gasp when he takes my nipple between his fingers. “Feels perfect to me.”

His touch grows bolder, thumbs circling. I’ve never been touched like this before—like I’m something precious and rare.

When his hand moves lower, skimming across my stomach. When I tense, he gives it a squeeze. “I love this belly,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’ve been dreaming of touching it.”

Even as heat trickles through my veins, I can’t help but snort. “You’re just saying that.”

“Oh, my innocent girl. You have so much to learn.” He kisses my cheek. “Let me teach you.”

His fingers slip between my legs and onto my clit, and my head falls back, a sound I don’t recognize escaping my throat.

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” His voice is ragged.

He begins flicking his fingers, drawing a pleasure from my core I’ve never known, not even when I’ve touched myself.

“I’ll bet you taste sweet down there too, my little doll.”

I let out a whimper, and the movement of his fingers grows quicker, more focused. Just as heat begins to coil low in my belly, he stops.

He lets go of me.

I gasp. “What?—

“I can’t.” His voice is frantic. “It’s too much. If I lose cont— I’m too wound up.”

When I turn around, the sight of him shocks me. He looks wrecked—chest heaving, a flush spreading across his cheekbones.

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