Page 101 of Somber Prince

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A healing potion infused with herbs and spices. The royal hag sent it, following my orders.”

While I’d napped, oblivious to the world around me, he’d come to his senses long enough to give some coherent orders. Impressive. The cloth felt warm and soothing against my flushed skin.

“Are you hungry?” He dropped the cloth back into the bowl. “Sigid brought some fruit as well.”

“Are there any apricots?”

“He brought some fresh ones. Unless you want them soaked in honey?”

“No. Fresh is good too.”

Rha opened an apricot, took out the core, then handed me both halves of the fruit. While I ate, he rinsed the cloth again, then parted my knees with his hands. I didn’t protest as he cleaned my inner thighs, then gently dragged the cloth between them.

It felt too nice to stop him. I discovered I enjoyed being taken care of by Rha. After the long hours of messy, sweaty sex with him, I didn’t feel awkward or self-conscious. His touch was gentle and caring, almost reverent, erasing the ache through magic.

He cleaned between my thighs, then gently dipped a corner of the wet cloth inside me. Excitement sparked in the wake of his touch. He circled my clit, and my inner muscles spasmed in anticipation.

A flash of desire must’ve leaped through the tendrils to Rha because he paused, holding the cloth in his raised hand.

“I’m good,” I rushed to reassure him.

He rinsed the cloth again, then dragged it from my front to my back, cleaning between my butt cheeks too. I blushed at the thought of how much action that part of my body had gotten over the last couple of days, far more than it had in my entire life prior.

Parting my raised knees wider, he kissed the inside of my thigh. I relaxed even more under his caress, closing my eyes like a cat basking in sunshine.

His kisses dipped lower until his warm lips landed between my thighs.

“Rha…” I exhaled at the exquisite sensation.

His tongue darted out, flicking my clit.

I didn’t think I had any more orgasms left in me. But I enjoyed his caress, letting him clean me with his tongue. He was thorough, like he always was with everything. And after just a few minutes, he got me moaning again.

I gripped his hair, lifting my hips. The tip of his tongue rubbed harder against my clit, reaping yet another orgasm out of me. I whimpered in pleasure, riding his mouth. And he gently lapped at me, guiding me down from the crest.

“All clean.” He smiled, licking his lips, then pulled himself up my body.

“Come here.” I curled against his chest, and he drew the ends of his robe over my body to keep me warm.

“You like this.”

“Orgasms?” I murmured. “Sure. Who doesn’t?”

“No. I meant this.” He draped an arm over me, tucking me into his big, warm body. “You enjoy me holding you. You love my kisses after sex, possibly even more than during it. You relish my touch.” He ran a soothing hand down my back. “Your pleasure is bright and intense during sex. But afterwards, the joy of having me close burns warmer and lasts longer in you.”

I couldn’t lie to him. He knew exactly what I felt. But I wasn’t ready to confide in him, either. Or to confront my feelings for him.

Instead, I ran my fingers over the hard ridges of his abs and down to that fantastic thing he had happening between his legs. His slim, magical tentacles welcomed my touch, quickly curling around my fingers.

“This is supposed to be about you, baby. Not me.” I kissed his chest, wiggling my fingers in his cluster.

“You and I are connected, my sweet. From now on, everything will always be about both of us.”

His words made me pause. My fingers went rigid inside the cluster of his eager feelers. This was just sex. It couldn’t be anything else. Not when I was about to leave him, this kingdom, and this entire world—never to return.

I pressed my forehead to his chest, catching my breath while my throat tightened at the thought of leaving.

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