Page 40 of The Prince of Hidden Shadows
Trembling with need, I dribble lube on his engorged cock as well as my hole, and my muscles spasm. I’m not above begging; I crave it too fucking much.
In a swift move, he positions my body to his liking: facing him—thankfully—with the back of my thighs resting on his upper body. I purse my lips, holding back the urge to boss him around and demand he fuck me already.
Caressing my entrance with the tip of his cock, he leans in and offers a feeble warning in a hoarse voice. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back, I?—”
“Then don’t!” It’s all the consent he needs. “Pleeease,” Théo’s fingers claw at my hip. That anchors me, and his lube-coatedcock eases past my ring of muscle. It must be his cue. Catching his breath, he slams into me in one go until he’s fully seated. “Yesss…” I arch my back. “Fuuuck… yesss…”
Such a blissful burn!
Panting, he halts for a split second as we both adjust. “Man, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is hoarse, a balm to my nerves. Squirming, I clench around him to increase the tension, impatient for the rest of the ride. “Move,” I beg.
He pulls out and pushes inside me like a man possessed. “Oh God, Z, you feel so good,” he stammers. Yes, god! “You are… perfect around me.”
Beads of sweat form on my forehead; since when does my body burn this way? Goosebumps spread throughout my skin; this can’t be real, can it? Heat pools in my nether regions.
I adore this unbridled version of him. Growling my frustration, I implore him for more. Faster. Deeper. Harder. “Arrrgh…”
Glistening with sweat, his skin beckons me, and I happily meet each and every one of his thrusts.
“That’s it, babe. Mmm… Yes, right there.” I see stars. He, too, is perfect for me.
His gaze zeroes in on me, a wicked smile tugging at his lips as he witnesses my blissed-out face. He chuckles and peppers kisses across my face whenever he hits home. “So eager…”
Practice makes perfect, and there’s no need for me to check his heartbeat. We’re 100% in sync, and I’m reduced to moans and whimpers. I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’m so damn close, but basking in the sensation takes priority. In between gasps that come naturally, I thrash beneath him, embracing his frantic pace. My hand aims at my swollen length. I squeeze myself. There. That relieves some of the pressure. I’d better not come soon.
Swatting my hand, he interrupts my attempt, warning me. “Don’t even think about it.” A searing kiss follows his command, and our mingling flesh consumes me. I forget who I am. Where we are. How he found me. Could he be my soulmate?
Of course, you are, Théo…
My eyes flutter shut, warmth blooming in my chest, and a wide smile splits my face.
With that, his hand reaches for my engorged shaft. He’s not fast enough; my climax seizes my heavy balls, and I spill the most intense pleasure I’ve ever had on my abs. “That was… That was…” No word, but a joyous laugh bursting out of me.
Within seconds, his knees buckle, and he spills into me, screaming my name without restraint. Sweat trickling down my forehead, I squeeze him and smirk when I elicit more choked breaths and sexy noises as he rides his orgasm.
Wheezing, he drags himself down the sticky mess we’ve created with a loud thump. His flaccid cock leaves my body, and I swallow my disappointment. His damp chest heaves, reverberating on my back as he plays the big spoon to my broader frame. I shiver when his tongue licks a bead of sweat that trickles behind my ear.
My fingers search for his. Once intertwined, I bring them to my drumming heart. “You’re insatiable.”
“You asked for it!”
“I sure did. It was perfect.”
“Agreed.” My lover’s well-defined nose nudges the crook of my neck. His sweet gesture ignites goosebumps on my damp skin. “You smell so good…” He sighs. “Mmm… How long does it take a Greek god to recover? I’m young, but I’m human, so I’ll need a minute… or two before round two.”
“Shower first, maybe?”
“Give me a few. My legs are jelly,” he stammers.
Seconds later, his teeth join the party, taunting the glistening skin around my shoulders. I want him to leave bruises. I want to wear his marks with pride. I want him back at my side, where he’s always belonged.
Oblivious to my epiphany, he adds after a moment, “If I’m being totally honest, I didn’t expect your laughter to jumpstart my orgasm. You laughed, you clenched, and it vibrated through me. “Best sensation ever!”
“It wasn’t a mocking laugh.”
“I know,” he reassures me in a low voice. “Z, can I ask you a weird question?”
