Page 29 of Glass Hearts
“I wanted to see you. Alone.”
I nod and exit the bathroom. I can feel him trailing behind me. “Grayer,” I say with a sigh. He places his large hands on my shoulders, pulling me back to rest on him. “This isn’t right. You will pick a bride soon.” I turn around to face him. I have to crane my head just to meet his eyes; he is so tall. “The other princes don’t want you to fuck me. And really… I-I can’t just be a novelty.” I dared to put a hand on his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat.
“Stop trying to push me away, Arabella.” He takes my head into his hands. A tear falls down my cheek. Never have I felt such a tender caress. “My duchess, I want to court you. I don’t want the others. I don’t know why I am so drawn to you, but I am. And it’s not only your beauty. Watching you pull the knife on that doctor and command the street like a queen made me realize I need to have you in my life. I couldn’t give two fucks about my duty. I don’t want to upset my brothers, but I can not deny myself when it comes to you.”
“So it was you who found me and stalked me?”
“I am sure my brothers wanted to, too, but I was persistent.” He winks.
That’s when I notice the updates to his magical heart pendant; right beside his fire gem lies my glass orb. I play with it in my hands and muster a whisper. “You kept it.”
Staring into each other’s eyes, kissing him would probably be my damnation. The sweetest torture. I know I can’t have him, yet it’s me who brings him down for the kiss. His kiss is urgent as he wraps his big arms around me, bringing me closer. It may be unwise, crossing this line, yet it feels toright.
We are both panting as we split apart. He puts his forehead against mine. “Intoxicating, just like I thought your kiss would be.”
He looks down at our attached bodies, the towel barely hanging on for dear life. “I want to do this right, court you like a gentleman. But I am not a gentleman, Duchess. All I want to do is rip off this damned towel and make you mine. Can I make you feel good, Arabella?”
Like a virgin, all I could reply with was a breathy moan. Especially as I feel his cock harden even more against my body.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He backs me up to my bed until the back of my knees hit the edge. “When we first met,I believe you requested for me to get on my knees for you. To worshipyou.”
Grayer gets on his knees for me, my dark prince. Moonlight paints the room in dark shadows, yet the intense heat blazing in his eyes is unmistakable. Even though he is on his knees, he is still so tall that his head is at my navel.
“If you want this, my love, you will need to take off that towel.”
I hesitate. From this vantage point, he wouldn’t see my scars, especially in the dark, moonlit room. But what if he doesn’t like what he sees? I have seen the women he has pursued in the past, and I can’t compare.
He must notice me struggling with the war on my mind, but doesn’t push me. I feel his large hands running up and down my legs as if to soothe me. But all it does is make me feel even hotter. So, without overthinking it further, I drop the towel.
I hear Grayer’s sharp intake of breath. Which makes me instantly worry that he doesn’t like what he sees. I go to reach for the towel again in embarrassment. But instead, he grabs my wrists, stopping me with a surprising, firm grip.
“You are so fucking stunning, Arabella.” He lets go of my wrist to go back to my legs, working his hands up along my body. Kissing my thighs whilst reaching for my breasts.
He pushes me down onto the bed, my legs still hanging over, spreading my legs open. Excitement and nerves send exhilarating tingles along my spine.
I reach for his head, but he catches my wrist, gently. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want.
I writhe as he slowly kisses along my stomach, to my thighs. Everywhere, save for that particular bundle of nerves I crave. It’s maddening as much as it is stimulating.
“You are everything, Duchess,” is all I hear before he finally fastens his glorious mouth to my clitoris, the feeling of what feelslike a tongue ring, doing wonders. No man has ever tasted me in such a way, my whole body feeling alight with pleasure.
He groans like a man starved. His large hands bite into my thighs with his firm grip, as if never wanting to let me go. My breath turns shallow as I begin to rise to that peak, only for the maddening man to stop with a knowing smirk, kissing my thighs reverently in false apology.
“I love watching you fall apart,” he hums against me, voice muffled but thick with heat. “When I allow you to come, don’t hold back on me, Darling. Give me all of it, Arabella.”
He gently slides two of his fingers inside me, skillfully guiding me back to the fire in my core he is building. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I clutch at his hair, pulling him deeper into me, chasing every flick of his tongue. He answers with a low growl that vibrates through me. That’s all it takes.
My thighs tighten around his head as the wave crashes. Sharp, hot and shattering. I cry out, hips jolting as the orgasm rips through me. But he doesn’t let up. He holds me there, mouth relentless, coaxing every last tremor from my body like he’s drinking down my pleasure.
“Fuck, Duchess,” he pants against me, voice thick. “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. You taste so fucking good. I’d have this for dessert every damn night.”
I can’t even form words. I just laugh breathlessly as I tug him up by his neck. The hard kiss I give him tastes of me on his lips: slick, sweet, and unapologetic.
“Your turn, my dark prince?”
Grayer groans, but to my surprise, he lifts me as he gets up. Grabbing me by the back of my thighs effortlessly.
“I desperately want those lush lips around my cock. But I want to take my time with you, my love.” I am surprised when he lays me down at the top of my bed. Tucking me in with care.
