Page 55 of Taken By the Shadow Prince

As if heknowsI won’t. Either he believes I have honor or believes that I like him enough to not do such a thing. It doesn’t matter, I suppose as I’m not sure I’d be able to anyway.

“I can feel you staring, Mavey. Did you miss me so much that you decided to memorize me?”

I scowl and say, “I was trying to figure where it’d best serve me to stab you, actually.”

Armin laughs, teeth gleaming in the morning sun that drifts in from my windows. He holds a hand out toward me and says, “Come here. I’m not so reserved as you are; I have no problems admitting thatImissed you while I was away.”

I’d planned on ignoring his gesture, but those words soften me in a way I wish they didn’t, and I’m moving for the bed and climbing onto his lap before I can even think twice about disobeying him.

His eyes flutter open, and there’s amusement shining in them. “I meant for you to lie beside me—not on top of me.”

I let out a genuine laugh as I feel his cock stiffen beneath me and shake my head. “Thisgets you hard? Have you got no self control?”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. But like I said: I missed you. And besides, there’s really no point in exercising that self control when I’d much rather clue you in on what you do to me.” He winks.

Most people cannot pull off a wink. But with Armin?

Wetness pools between my thighs.

I roll my eyes at him and lift my hips to undo his pants, trying to hide the excitement that builds inside of me. “Fine,” I say, “But we’re making this fast. I promised Auley I’d help him with the new recruits today. He wants to teach them our defense plans.”

Armin grins. “Fine,” he agrees, mocking my earlier tone. “Have your way with me, Mavey. I doubt I’ll mind at all.”

He doesn’t remove his hands from behind his head, which means two things:

First, he is giving me full control, for once—and the thought of it makes me near fucking feral, which I never am.

Second, Armin is confident that I want him badly enough that he won’t even need to use his hands to make me come—and I am very sure that he is right.

Because we’re making this fast, I say, “Get rid of my bottoms for me, will you?”

He knows what I mean. His magic has my trousers and my underwear gone before I can even blink, and Armin merely lifts his hips to help me slide his own pants and underwear down just far enough for his dick to spring free.

I fucking pounce. I don’t want him to have a second to prepare, a moment to understand what it is I plan to do to, with—whatever—him.

He is deep inside of me beforeIcan even process it, and the sound that leaves me is a low moan that matches his as we adjust to our bodies fitting together so deliciously. Sotightly.

“Shit,” he gets out, hips flexing as his instincts fight to take over. “No warning, Mavey?”

His eyes are open now.

So I say, “Close them.”

He grins. Understands. Immediately shuts them, and I get back to work. The blindness, I think, helps him feel, instead of see, and so I close my eyes too, and work our bodies together. Without seeing, the only thing I know is what I feel and what I smell—and both of those arehim. Completely, wholly Armin. In and around me, consuming me from the inside out or from the outside in. It’s really hard to say.

But this—

This is what pleasure is. All-consuming, as I roll my hips low enough to scrape my clit against his body somewhere—I don’tcarewhere, I just know that it feels good, that I gasp and my body angles forward and I have to catch myself. My fingers grip into what feels like his shoulders, and I hold on to him as I work us together. I can tell by his hips thrusting upward when I do something that feels particularly good to him, and, well, it feels good as shit to me, too, so I do it again as a moan leaves my lips.

My walls clench around Armin’s cock as we move faster, harder, and the sounds that leave me now are desperate pants, hitches of breath turned to sharp sounds as I tumble closer and closer to that end that always seems to feel like a beginning with him.

And as I come, I learn that this time is no exception, especially as my walls are flexing and unflexing against him as I let go, and it sends him into his own orgasm.

I only open my eyes when I’m able to breathe normally.

Armin is already looking at me, something like wonder in his eyes.

I hope he never stops looking at me like that—likeIam wondrous, something worthy of knowing, of being explored, oflearning.

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