Page 107 of Prince of Masks
I know it.
I can’t let it settle, can’t let it take root in his guilt.
If he and Asta are anything solid, then he wouldn’t be here with me at all—his letter this morning would have been a cancellation.
But he confirmed. He said he worried—worried that the silence on his end would have me thinking the whole thing was off, and thus I wouldn’t show.
No, he wrote me; he wanted to see me.
I can’t let him back out now.
On my back, I keep my hooded gaze on him and, slowly, glide my fingertips down my dress.
His gaze catches on the movement.
Motionless, frozen, he watches as I reach for the hem, then slip my fingers under my dress.
His face is quick to heat. Crimson spreading over tanned cheeks in blotches.
My fingers hook on the edges of my underwear, flimsy blue lace, embroidered with butterflies, and completely transparent.
I tug them down my thighs.
Eric’s throat bobs.
His gaze is hooked on the reveal; and he can’t tear his focus away as the panties glide down to my knees.
I lift a leg, gentle, then start to wiggle the underwear down to my boots. I kick myself free.
The panties dangle off one ankle—and I spread my legs.
Eric shatters.
He drops to his knees at the bottom of the coat, and he’s quick to fall over me.
I feel his body press against mine.
My head lolls back as his mouth trails down to my neck and his hand grabs at the hem of my dress.
Hooking my leg over his hip, I invite him closer.
I invite himin.
A wispy sound is lured out from me as his hand slides up beneath my skirt, his fingertips brushing over the apex of my thigh.
His mouth finds mine, and he swallows my moan, the exact moment that his fingers find my wetness.
His tongue sweeps mine with the flavour of tea.
I shudder as he pulls me against him and his fingers slip inside—for only a moment before they are gone.
I still, expecting that he’ll tug away from me and declare the whole thing a mistake.
Instead, I hear the rush of his hand at his belt, the metal clang of a buckle, then the pop of a button.
Oh. His fingers weren’t delving into me to build my pleasure, I realise. Those fingers were merely checking that I was ready before he released himself.
And he does. His weight hits my pelvis a heartbeat before he’s grabbing the hilt and pushing the head of his cock against my opening.
