Page 11 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
“You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” my hairy monster says before effortlessly spinning around and… carrying me into the shower.
Suddenly, I’m at his eye level, all too aware of just how easy it is for him to manhandle me when I don’t have my shadowcraft for even an ounce of defense.
“Am I?” I whisper. Then, in a bout of absolute madness, I steal a quick kiss from his lips. I can’t get over how hairy his face is. It… scratches me, since the short dark stubble feels like boar bristles.
I find myself with my back to the tiles inside the shower, his hands firmly planted on my ass, his torso between my legs, our mouths so close together I could kiss him again and again, but as I struggle to make up my mind, he dives in first and rubs his scratchy cheek against my neck before kissing it. “You’re like a prince from a storybook, with such fine fingers and wrists, such a pretty face, such big eyes…”
I smile as my heart pounds faster. He’s making me so much less nervous about my body. I slide my fingers up his nape andinto his long hair. Some of it is tangled, coarse to the touch as if he lived in the wild. Who is this man with a shadow so exquisite the Lord of the Nocturne Court would envy me my Dark Companion?
His appreciation loosens my tongue. “I’ve been told my size will always be a hindrance.” An understatement of the vile things I’ve heard from my mother and siblings about my height and underdeveloped shadowcraft.
But he’s already shaking his head, frowning as if my words enrage him. “No way. There’s nothing you can’t do,” he rasps, gently rubbing his body against my bulge, and when I whine, he captures my mouth with his lips, blocking the noise.
I have always considered my mind to be my greatest asset, if not the only one. I’m someone who thrives in the world of alchemy, books, and court intrigue thanks to his brain. The sole reason I was caught meddling in an assassination was because my late sister had the not-so-smart idea of writing down our plans in her diary.
I prided myself on being unapproachable and uninterested in matters of the flesh, far too busy in libraries and labs. Hawk is turning me into someone else altogether. I whine and curl my toes, overwhelmed by the ease with which my body responds to a man between my legs. Maybe I’m not as driven by logic as I thought, and I don’t know how I feel about that.
It’s as if I’ve only ever had salted oatmeal, so how could I predict that a bite of apricot-stuffed pork would turn me into a glutton?
“You really like what you see?” I mumble against his cheek, all too aware of how needy it sounds, but I have to know where I stand with him. Though currently, I stand nowhere, because my feet dangle in the air.
Hawk’s groan sounds like one made by a wolf waiting for its meal inside a cage. He puts me back on the floor yet keepsme against the wall, leaning over me, rubbing his stubbly cheek against mine. I rise to my toes as pleasure courses through me like lightning. “You’re so elegant, and dainty, and I want to see all of you. Naked. I want you naked, princeling,” he says, cupping my face and locking our lips in a short but intense kiss that leaves my head spinning.
With my mouth still burning, I refuse to make any more excuses for myself. If he decides I’m not to his liking after all, I will strive to offer him something else for his shadow. But… I do hope he likes all of me. I’m still aware of the size of the beast I felt in his pants, but looking at the size of me, he surely cannot expect me to match him in that department.
I kind of like how he calls me princeling too. It could seem patronizing, yet feels affectionate on his lips.
I dare a smile when I unzip my jeans. My mind says:This is fine, this is perfectly natural, and ordinary, and we’re all only flesh vessels for our souls, but my stomach clenches, my chest aches, and my mouth is suddenly too dry to utter a word.
He whistles, and as I anxiously look up to check his reaction to my pale, naked body, the sight of fire burning through his forest green eyes brings a relief so immense I can barely think. He licks his lips, staring between my legs, and then shoves down his joggers revealing... oh, dear moonlight...
He is magnificent.
As he kicks the pants out of the shower, he’s left naked, covered only with tattoos and hair. I stare at his thick manhood, surrounded by a dark thatch of curls. His thighs are as muscular as a horse’s. A massive, scary centipede is inked on one leg, and a snake on the other, but my attention is still focused on his masculine attributes as he grins, placing his hands on his hips. “And you? Do you like what you see?”
I steal another glance at his cock. Long, hard, thick… an absolute masterpiece. I want to feel how hard and hot it is so badly I’m no longer my logical self.
The smart me wouldn’t evenbein this bathroom, knowing the temptation might prove too much, knowing that if one is trying to trade one’s body, one shouldn’t be giving it away.
“Yess…” I hiss and wrap my fingers around his cock. Not doing anything else, justfeelingit. I lean forward and press my face between his hairy pecs with a groan. I can imagine feeling safe here. “You look incredible. The sheersizeof you…” I mumble against his skin. I never imagined I could turn into some lust-filled imp, but here I am, inhaling his sweat as though it’s an aphrodisiac.
I whimper when he shoves down my pants and underwear, and they pool around my feet until he kicks the garments away, leaving us both naked and touching. My brain’s roasting in the heat of the desire I’m allowing myself to answer, and as the first drops of water hit my skin, I remove my socks. But then I’m all his, and he’s kissing me, touching me, until it’s almost too much.
His fingers awaken my skin in new ways, and even though I try to match him, growing bolder in the way I stroke and knead his flesh, it’s clear he’s leading the way. He even grabs some soap and spares my body no attention with it. When he slides his fingers between my ass cheeks, I have to bite back a yelp, and stiffen against him. I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I’m painfully out of my depth.
On one hand, I’ve already allowed too much, on the other, I have to put a stop to this at some point. I’m just not sure where that point is. Allowing him inside my body? Making him come? I know about all these technicalities. I’m inexperienced, not stupid. But reading books about sex is very different from pressing my skin against the thickest, juiciest cock I’ve ever seen.Only now I spot that right above it he has a tattoo statingKiss Me Here, and it sparks an avalanche of utter filth inside my head.
I already see myself on my knees, servicing him while the shower rains on us, blinding me and tickling the top of my head as I obediently suck on Hawk’s prick, eager to make him happy, desperate for him to like me even more.
“I bet this pretty little hole is just made to take my dick,” he rasps, dragging his finger through my crack and teasing me.
No one’s ever spoken to me that way. No one dared to approach me so shamelessly, and now that he’s here, rubbing my skin until it sings with pleasure, I find it hard to resist when he pours soap into my hands, and then brings them to his balls, telling me exactly how to wash him there. My mouth dries as I wait for my turn to touch his cock, and when he guides me there, I almost feel like I’m about to come myself.
My face is on fire, but I don’t want this to stop. His words are filthy, but full of adoration. For once, I feel as if I’m the prize.
I don’t know what to say, but I still stroke his hard dick with my soapy fingers. It feels like getting to know his prick, and I appreciate that more than he can know. I’m an overthinker and if I am to allow this beast inside me one day, I most definitely need to get acquainted with it first. I want to know what he likes most, how much pressure makes him moan, and how fast he likes to be stroked. I watch without even blinking, taking in every detail in the bright light. How dark it’s getting, how veiny it is, and how it reacts to my touch.
“You look so damn tasty,” Hawk rasps as I roll my thumb against the tip of his dick. Before I can answer, the tip of his finger enters my anus ever so slightly, making gentle circles, as if it wanted to get acquainted with my body too.
