Page 113 of The Prince and His Stolen Throne
I knelt in front of him, positioning one of his feet on my knee so I could untie the laces. Once they were loosened, I tugged the boot off and chucked it toward the growing pile of our clothes. The second one landed next to the first. In short order, I stripped everything from him until we were both completely naked.
Before I could do anything else, he stood and offered me his hand. “The bed is softer,” he said, his voice a low, inviting whisper.
The rougher fibers of the couch had already left idents on his skin. Still, I grumbled as I took his hand and climbed to my feet. “You’re doing this on purpose. Are youtryingto ruin the mood?” I examined his face for signs of eagerness or hesitation. Nothing. The man would make a killing at poker. “You want this, right?”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me close until there wasn’t even air between us. “I want this.” The icy façade melted to reveal the heat underneath. I barely had time to revel in his broken composure when he kissed me again, locking our mouths together as he nudged me backwards.
I could barely keep up with him as he guided me toward the bed. The back of my knees collided with the edge. I teetered for a moment, instinctively trying to catch myself. I lost the fight when his firm hand pressed against the center of my chest, shoving me backwards. He immediately followed me down as I hit the mattress, never allowing our lips to part in the shift of positions.
At this rate, he’d take control of everything. I wasn’t willing to submit to him yet. Reaching forward, I grabbed his cock again, circling my thumb over the slick tip. A low groan vibrated from his throat and tickled my tongue. I grinned and bit down on hisbottom lip.
Hands pressed against my shoulders, shoving me against the mattress. “Keep your hands above your head,” Wilde ordered. His eyes were somehow darker than usual, so full of need they couldn’t reflect anything else.
“Make me,” I purred, arching my back to rub against him.
He released one hand and leaned forward.
Grinning in triumph, I reached behind him and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer to me. Since his nipple was in reach, I sucked it into my mouth, toying with it between my teeth.
Something clanged behind me, finally drawing my attention away from Wilde’s body. A pair of manacles rested on the pillow above my head, their chain looped around one of the bars of the headboard. I blinked, startled to see these preparations.
“Do you still want me to make you?” he asked, pressing his lips against my neck and nibbling a spot just below my ear.
The manacles were heavy, sturdy, and intimidating. My mouth grew dry as I pictured being held captive in them, unsure about the image.
When my silence stretched on too long, Wilde pulled away to look at me. His gaze flicked between the manacles and my face and back. Then he kissed my cheek gently. “Then again, where’s the fun in forcing you? I’d much rather make you submit willingly.”
“Oh?” My voice came out hoarse. “And how are you going to do that?”
“By showing you what rewards a good boy can earn,” he teased. He kissed his way from my neck to my nipples, occasionally spending longer to leave purposeful red and purple marks behind. He teased both nipples simultaneously, one with his fingers and the other with his tongue, then switched back and forth. Occasionally, he glanced up at me, checking to make sure my hands were still above my head. I flipped him off and he bit me a little harder in response.
Eventually, he continued down, marking my stomach, my hips. By the time we were through, we’d both be covered head to toe in love bites, signs of affection and connection that would linger long beyond this one night.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mentally following his progress. My hips raised off the bed in anticipation, telling him exactly where I wanted his mouth next.
He skipped right past my cock and bit the inside of my thigh instead.
“Bastard,” I seethed.
Wilde grabbed my knees and spread my legs, scraping his teeth against my inner thigh. “I’ll give you a choice.”
Something in his tone, more serious than playful, caught my attention. I pushed myself up on my elbows, so I didn’t have to gaze up at him sprawled out like a wanton mess. Even though my hands were below my head, he didn’t fuss at me. “What choice?”
“I can take you in my mouth,” he said, tilting his head so that his lips almost, but didn’t quite, brush the target. “Or …” He dragged his other hand from my knee to the back of my thigh, toward my ass. “You can take me right here.” One finger slipped inside, the barest hint of what might come.
I arched an eyebrow. “I notice none of these options involvemefuckingyou.”
“I told you: the only way that will happen is if you can follow every one of my orders.” He looked pointedly at my hands at my sides. “You aren’t ready for that yet.”
If he didn’t want to receive, it wasn’t like I would force him. I could let him taste me and call it a night. It’d be fine—it’d probably be fucking amazing—but would it be enough? He talked like we’d have dozens of opportunities to explore each other in the future, but I didn’t know what would happen after tonight. Didn’t know where I’d be—whoI’d be. As much as I’d come to like Wilde, I didn’t know if we’d have any more than this one chance together.
I grabbed the back of his head and tugged him forward for a kiss. I could never kiss him enough. Every second his lips weren’t on me somewhere, somehow, was a waste of time. I delved my tongue deep into his mouth, trying to taste every inch of him so I could memorize it for later. I only pulled away because I needed to catch my breath and give him my answer. “Fuck me like it’s the only chance you’ll get.”
Something flashed in his eyes that I couldn’t quite identify before he ducked his head and kissed the side of my neck. “Turn over.”
I flipped onto my stomach and his hands gently guided my hips up.Gods, this is embarrassing.
“Spread your legs.”
