Page 64 of Somber Prince
“More…” I moaned into his mouth.
I’d had no wine with lunch, yet I felt drunk on his scent and his closeness. The heady sense of control made me believe I could stop any time. I could “quit” Rha at any moment. He’d stop if he sensed I wanted him to.
Except that right now, I wished for nothing of the sort. I wanted him to keep touching me. And he eagerly obliged.
“More,” I demanded.
He yanked the dress and the bra top down my other shoulder, then took my naked breasts into his hands.
I freed my arms from my clothes, peppering kisses along the sharp line of his jaw. Raking my fingers through his hair, I slid my thumbs up his pointy ears. Their cartilage was hard. No wonder I’d initially mistaken them for horns, but the skin on the outer side felt like velvet under my fingers.
He flicked an ear at my touch, and I jerked my hand away.
“I shouldn’t touch these?”
The look in his eyes was dazed, glazed over with all the new sensations. His black pupils dilated larger than ever before.
“You absolutely should touch anything that brings you pleasure,” he rasped. “My body is yours.”
Because my pleasure was his.
I nibbled along the firm cord of a muscle on the side of his neck, dragging my teeth over his skin. A chain from his jewelry piece scratched my chin.
“I want this off.” I tugged at it.
Without saying a word, he brought his hand back and unclipped the chain, sending the heavy chainmail dropping to the floor. The hard, wide expanse of his chest was now all mine to explore. I roamed my hands over it, savoring the sensation of his warm skin under my palms.
“It’s true, my prince,” I breathed out. “You are extremely enjoyable.”
He mimicked my caresses, kissing my neck and stroking my chest. I tilted my head back, giving him more space to work with. More to learn.
“More…” I whimpered, rocking my hips against his hard abs.
“Tell me what you want, my treasure,” he murmured against the side of my neck.
I leaned closer to his ear. “I want your mouth, Rha.”
“Where do you want it?”
“Where your hands have been.”
He tipped his head back. His eyebrows rose in surprise. Clearly, he had not expected that request.
“Have you ever heard of foreplay, Your Highness?” Why had I not considered that he hadn’t? I felt like slapping myself. “Have you ever been with a woman before, Rha?”
“Like this? Never.” With his hands on my back, he laid me down on the cushions. “Everything is for the first time with you.”
He took my request quite literally, tracing with his lips every inch of my skin that his hands had touched. Once he reached my breast, he slowly made his way to the tip, then skimmed over it with his tongue, the way I’d done to his lips when we kissed. Rha learned things quickly and remembered well what he’d learned.
Pleasure skittered over my skin with a rush of warmth. I stretched on the cushions. Cradling his head in my hands, I steered him slightly, but then realized he didn’t need directions from me. He felt my pleasure like his own.
Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it. His sharp fangs scraped against my skin, but the zing of pain only spurred my desire. Sensing it, he didn’t pull away.
I moved my hand to my other breast. And he quickly took over there too. While kissing one nipple, he let his fingers toy with the other.
Desire spread through my body, head to toe. Heat pulsed between my legs. I rubbed against his washboard abs, but it wasn’t enough. The pressure grew. Need banished any sense of shame. I slid a hand between us and slipped a finger in my underwear, pressing it where I needed it most.
He exhaled sharply. My pleasure rocked through him with a shudder. I rubbed harder. I was so close; it didn’t take long before orgasm rolled through me. I closed my eyes, riding it with abandon. My moans echoed Rha’s tortured groans.