Page 79 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I stepped closer to him. “I’m not going to leave with you.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

“But I can’t deny how much I want you,” I said. “I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always been drawn to you in a way I can’t quite understand.”

“Me too,” he said, coming closer to me. He reached up to feather his fingers over my cheekbone and then my jaw. “So… this means… yes? I get to make love to you tonight, Aurelie?”

I nodded.

He leaned in closer and breathed in my ear. “I want to hear you say it out loud, my love.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, you want my cock?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling.

“My knot?”

I perfumed.

He crushed me against him, letting out a low groan. He spoke into the skin of my neck, his voice raw. “Your scent undoes me, Aurelie. I’ve never smelled anything like the scent of you. Even before I was an alpha, I loved it.” He kissed my neck. “I love you, Aurelie. I adore you. I worship you.”

I wrapped my arms around him, pressing into his chest. “Corentin, Corentin,” I breathed. “I’ve loved you for so long, for too long.”

“Love like an ache,” he said, reaching down to seize the hem of my shirt. “Love like a wound that won’t heal. It stings. It burns. It never fades.”

“Yes,” I said, lifting my arms.

He tugged my shirt over my head, letting out a noise as he took in my bare skin. “Oh, Aurelie, you’re so beautiful.”

“I’m fatter now than I was when you saw me without my clothes,” I said ruefully.

“No,” he said. “Your breasts are totally huge, though, and your hips, too. You look… delectable. Mouth-watering.” He reached back and unhooked my bra one-handed. He tossed it away and put one hand on one of my breasts and his mouth on the other one.

I sighed, shutting my eyes, letting him taste me.

“Perfect,” he breathed around my hardening nipple. “Perfect size, perfect shape, perfect little nipples. Look how hard they get when I barely touch them.”

I moaned and he rubbed and licked me.

He pulled back to look at me. “Mmm, I like seeing you glistening here where I put my mouth on you. I like seeing where I made your nipples tight little points on your beautiful, big breasts. I want to see all of you.” He unbuttoned my pants.

I helped him take them off, my underwear too.

He ran his hands up and down me. “You’re shaped like sin, Aurelie,” he told me. “You’re shaped like torment. Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I want to show you what kind of knot you’re giving me.”

“Yes,” I said. “I want to see your knot.”

He reached back with one hand and pulled his shirt over his head, baring his chest, which was now heavily tattooed with vines and swords and sea monsters entwined around ships. I tried to take in the canvas that was his body, but then he shoved his pants down, and there was his cock.

There was a tattoo around the base of him, another snake, this one a striking cobra, its jaws stretched, right on his swelling knot, as if it were vomiting up the rest of his cock.

I reached out to trace the ink.

“Hurt like fuck,” he breathed.

“How did they even do it?” I said. “Did you have to stay hard the whole time?”

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