Page 59 of Glass Hearts
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My girls are passed out after talking, snacking and drinking all evening. Mind restless, I can’t seem to fall asleep.
I pad down the hallway to Sylas’ room with Jett in tow. Before I can finish my last knock, Sylas has already opened the door. He’s only wearing his underwear. Sylas is stunning. He is broader than the other princes, though the closer I look, I see light scars on his chest. When I patched him up a while ago, I mustn’t have noticed them. Losing my mind, I reach out to touch them. He grabs my hand, stopping my exploration.
“What are you doing here, Arabella?” he says sleepily.
“Shit, I am sorry I must have woken you up. I wasn’t sure what time it was. I was just returning Jett. I will let you get back to sleep.” He doesn’t drop my hand as I try to turn and leave in embarrassment.
“Ella, stay.” He pulls me into him and lifts me as I straddle his torso, his strong arms carrying me from under my thighs. I spot the other princes on the couch, all asleep. He brings me to his bed and gently sets me down. Tucking me into the covers and getting in on the other side.
“Why are all the others here and not in their beds?” I whisper. He reaches for me and scoops me into his chest, cuddling me. Our noses are inches apart as I look into those moss green eyes. I have never felt safer.
“We had been up all night, too, though trying to come up with a plan of how we can make you ours while also reminding the council of their place. We have a feeling there will be a lot of push backs and fights.”
“Sylas.” I caress his cheek, the beard he has been growing since we met slightly prickling my hand. “I am not worth all that trouble. Especially if you think it will lead to negative push back for you all. I-I don’t want to be a burden in your life. It really would have been so much easier to have gone for a court lady.” My stomach sours at the thought even as I say it.
“Arabella, stop that. You are worth it. We want you. Where is that confident Vixen that I met at the ball?”
“The Shadow is who I wish I could be. When I am her, it’s easy to be confident. Worthy.” A confession I never thought I would say out loud.
“Darling, you are the shadow. The shadow is my vixen. They are two of the same to me. I wish you could see what we see, what your friends see. You have been talked down to your whole life. Trust me when I say that every negative thing they spewed at you is so very wrong. I love you, Arabella. All of you.”
I kiss my Terra prince; he somehow always grounds me when I start to overthink. He deepens the kiss as I move my hands along the lightly sprinkled hair on his chest. He groans as he deepens the kiss. I can feel his hardness pressing into me. Woefully, he stops the kiss and pulls away.
“Arabella.”
I don’t want to talk anymore. Instead, I reach down to feel his thick length. Before I can register what is happening, he isflipping me onto my back, hanging over me with hunger in his eyes.
“My brothers are over there, Vixen. If you don’t want an audience, I am going to need you to stay quiet.” He starts to slowly undress me by unbuttoning my silk top, then languidly rolling down my pants. I am completely exposed.
“Fuck, Vixen. You are an absolute dream.” He crashes down onto my lips for a passionate kiss, then slowly makes his way down to my breasts. I think he is going to stop there until he starts to trail down to the apex of my thighs. He kisses around my sensitive areas. I grab onto his long brown hair, already mussed from sleep, as I try to direct him where I want him.
“Patience, Vixen. I want to take my time with you.” He continues his torturous exploration until he finally puts me out of my misery as he latches onto my throbbing bud. His movements aren’t rushed, painfully so, it sets me on edge as he sucks and nips. Taking his time until he adds two of his thick fingers into my already wet pussy. His moss green eyes, full of desire, find mine. It sends me over the edge as my orgasm ripples through my body. My thighs squeeze his head as he laps every ounce of pleasure out of me. I try my best to restrain my voice from betraying me.
I am still panting as he sprinkles sweet kisses along my body as he comes back up to my face. At some point, he had taken off his underwear, and I can feel him inching at my entrance.
He kisses me so tenderly, conveying all the love he has wordlessly.
“Are you sure about this, Vixen?”
“Very. I need you, Sylas.”
He pushes his cock slowly into me.
I try to remain silent, but a moan sneaks out as I adjust to his size. He is thicker than Grayer and Koi, but fits just as perfectly. He takes his hand in mine and pins it over my head as he thrustsharder into me. The brutality of his thrusts not matching the sinfully sweet kiss and looks we share. I close my eyes, lost in the feeling of my prince.
I feel the bed dipping on both sides before I open my eyes. Sylas is still looking at me as Grayer and Koi join us.
“Mmm, what a gorgeous sight to be woken up for, Duchess,” Grayer coos into my ear. As I look over him, I see Archer sitting upright in his chair, watching. He looks upon us hungrily, as if it is taking everything in his restraint not to join us.
“He has been a bad boy lately, he will just have to watch as we make you orgasm all over our cocks,” Koi says as he grabs one of my breasts. I moan at the idea of being watched.
“Mmm, looks like she likes the audience,” Grayer adds.
Sylas continues his slow thrusts as if the other princes aren’t here, still looking just at me. Like I am the only thing that matters.
Sylas
