Page 112 of The Prince and His Stolen Throne
I felt the words more than heard them. The light touch started at my lips, then spread slowly in a flush against my cheeks, blood rushing in my veins, until my heart burned with want.
I wanted to stay with him.
I wanted to forget what it cost.
“If I stay, what will you give me in return?”
“Everything.”
Right now, I had nothing. No home, no friends, no family. Not even the name I’d used for more than half of my life. The void inside me seemed too big and deep to fill but accepting Wilde’s ‘everything’ would be a good start.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him so tight he couldn’t slip away even with magic. Our lips met, parting at the same time to invite each other in. His promise coated his tongue, flavoring the kiss until it was almost unbearably sweet.
His tongue untangled from mine, and I tried to follow, refusing to end the kiss. His teeth scraped against me, a gentle warning to release him or face the consequences. I pulled back an inch, just enough to let him speak. Saliva glistened on his red, swollen lips as they shaped words I was too far gone to understand.
After a few seconds where we were for some reasonnot kissing, a breathless laugh escaped him. “Treasure,” he murmured, tracing a line from my jaw, down my neck, until his hand rested over my racing heart. “Undress me.”
Gladly.I unbuttoned his waistcoat first, splaying my fingers wide as I glided the cloth over his shoulders. His shirt followed next, up and over his head, baring his naked chest and shoulders to me. The pale skin was as smooth as silk and twice as luxurious. It didn’t suit a future evil mage. I wanted to run my nails over it, draw blood, leave scars.
I pressed my lips to his throat, kissing and nibbling a path down. At his shoulder, I dug my teeth in deeper, sucking on the tender skin.
He gasped and wound his fingers through my hair, threatening to pull me away from my prize. “Who said you could bite me?”
I didn’t unsheathe my teeth until I was satisfied with the dark mark I’d left. “You never said I couldn’t,” I replied, smirking at him, daring him to punishme.How will he retaliate?I dragged my tongue across his bruised skin, over the dips of his collarbones and to the other shoulder, tempted by the thought of symmetry. Before my teeth could sink in, he yanked my head back.
Dull, controlled pain throbbed along my scalp. I inhaled sharply, startled and uncertain. The ache mirrored the sensation of my straining erection. He tugged a second time, more gently, and my cock twitched in response.
A slow, satisfied smile spread over his lips and his nighttime eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re going to do everything I say.”
“Or what?”
“That isn’t a threat.” He released my hair and caressed his hand down, his touch now as soft as it had been harsh as he cupped the back of my neck. “More like … a predication.”
“Fuck you,” I replied, savoring each defiant word.
He arched a pale brow. “How can you fuck me with our clothes still on?”
I grasped his hips and flipped him over so that his back hit the couch. The move surprised him, and his eyes widened. He recovered quickly, trying to cover his arousal with an impassive mask. Grinning, I dragged my nails down his sides, marring his pale skin with bright red lines. No matter how composed he pretended to be, his muscles twitched and flexed under my touch, harder to control.
I slipped one hand down the back of his pants, flush against his skin, brushing the top swell of his ass. Then I slipped the top button from its hole, loosening the waistband.
His expression remained neutral, unaffected, even as his cock strained against his clothes, pulsing with eagerness. I leaned down and exhaled slightly, allowing my hot breath to dampen his underclothes. His erection jumped in response, silently begging me to take it into my mouth.
Ignoring it, I focused on the remaining buttons. The heat of his arousal seeped through the cloth, but Wilde never said a word, allowing me to set the pace.
When I finally revealed him, I didn’t care about going slow anymore. I grasped his shaft and opened my mouth, ready to take him.
“Stop.”
I paused, mouth still open, tongue hanging out as I gazed at him expectantly.
“You’re still dressed.”
You’re fucking kidding me.Closing my mouth, I swallowed roughly and leaned back, stripping off first my jacket, then my waistcoat, and finally my shirt, tossing each piece carelessly across the room. Once we were in the same state of undress, I reached for him again, but he arched an eyebrow and looked pointedly at my pants.
I had to stand to strip completely, removing boots, pants, every damn stitch of clothing until it piled at my feet. I kicked everything off to the side and reached for him again, but he held up a hand.
“Now mine,” he said, pointing down at his own boots.
