Page 30 of Damaged Prince
Sweetheart: Ah, my love, trust me, I’m far from it. I’m just a girl who is head over heels for more men than she should be.
Me: Don’t. Don’t start with that, Sweetheart. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings for more than one person. As long as you're open and honest with everyone involved, that's what matters.
Sweetheart: Kai, my love, why don’t you take your own advice then ;)
Me: You're right. I will.
Sweetheart: Good. Now go get your man.
Me: This is so weird, lol.
Sweetheart: Only if you make it weird. You know how I feel. You had something with Eli before I did. And I’m not going to pretend you didn’t. And I also won’t be the reason you two don’t get the chance you deserve. Now. Go. Talk. And tell that boy I’m crazy about him and not to beat himself up over wanting you as well as me. Because I know he will. He’s just that caring.
She... she really is okay with this? With Kai wanting someone else apart from her?
My eyes are blurry by the time I’m done reading the text messages. “I don’t know what to say,” I whisper, handing him back his phone.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies as he takes it back. “I just want you to know where I stand. I want you, Eli. I want Laney. I want to spoil you both. I want to love you, care for you, to just... be with you. And I hope, one day, you let me. But I want you to know that there’s no pressure. If this isn’t something you want, I accept that. I just want you to know what I’m feeling. And when you're ready, you can do the same for me. Now, you’ve had a long night, and tomorrow is going to be a long day of travel. So, I’m going to let you go, let you think. No pressure.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek. The moment his lips meet my skin, my whole body ignites.
When he pulls away, I panic. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want this to be over.
Before I know what I’m doing, I tangle my fingers in the fabric of his shirt while my other hand cups the back of his head, pulling him close to me.
He comes willingly, and then the next moment, our lips are pressed together.
A soft whimper leaves me as I lean into his massive frame.
Kai growls low and soft, the sound going right to my cock as his lips move slowly against mine.
My head spins as I part my lips, letting him slip his tongue in and over mine. The moment I taste him, I know I’m fucked. This man. This fucking man has been on my mind for years, and I know that’s never going to change. I’m a goner, and right now I don’t think I really care all that much.
The kiss grows frantic, every lick of his tongue sends me closer to madness. He grunts, pushing me against the wall. My hands wrap around his neck as he shoves his knee between my legs.
Without a second thought, I start to grind my cock against him. My body is on fire for him, because of him. I’m so damn turned on, I feel like I might explode.
My hands claw at his hair, nails scraping against his head as I whimper and moan against his lips.
He growls, gripping my hips as he helps me use his body for my own pleasure.
My hips work in overdrive, chasing that euphoric feeling coursing through my body.
Heart pounding, head spinning, I feel like I can’t breathe; that he’s the air I need to keep going, the only thing I need to survive.
And when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down, I lose it.
My eyes roll back as an orgasm shoots through me. My cock twitches, filling my boxers with my release as I moan in pleasure. This man is officially my undoing.
Our lips break apart, his forehead pressed against mine as we both breathe heavily.
It takes a moment for what happened to sink in before pure embarrassment takes the place of the happy, euphoric feeling.
My cheeks flame, and I’m ready to take off running.
“Don’t,” he growls low. “Don’t even dare think that this moment was anything but fucking perfect. God, Eli,” he groans, brushing his lips against mine. “Do you know how much I’ve dreamed about knowing how you taste?” He kisses me again, but this time it’s just a quick press against my mouth. “Might I add, your fucking delectable.”
“I’m so sorry,” is all I can whisper.
“For what?” he asks, pulling back to look me in my eyes.
