Page 37 of The Ballad of the Vampire Prince

He nods like the benevolence of some cruel god. “I’ll allow it.”

She kisses the tip, dragging her lips up and down his hard length, teasing him.

He attempts to keep a still expression on his face. It does nothing to hide the heat in his eyes.

“Easy, Nel.” He strokes her hair gently. His callused hand toys with her ear and my own sensitive ear twitches at the touch.

“Tap my thigh if it gets unbearable,” he says, his voice thick and strained.

I keep pretending to know what I’m doing together with Dream Nel. She licks her lips and lower her head to devour him in her mouth. I think we accidentally graze him.

The man growls but he doesn’t pull back. Instead, another dark chuckle leaves him. “Be careful with your teeth. It’s not food… don’t chew.”

Like this?She tilts her head to look at him.

“That’s it, Nel.” His voice and the stimulation give Dream Nel the assertion she needs. He keeps directing her until she falls into a confident rhythm.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He grips the velvet material of the chaise, needing to hold on to something, anything. His mouth hangs open as he watches her with a lust-filled expression. “You should see how you look right now. The way those pretty lips are wrapped around my cock.”

Dream Svenn doesn’t know that I am seeing what he’s seeing. I am feeling everything too. I think I love the taste of him, the way he throbs against my tongue as he fills my mouth.

He makes a deep, tortured noise when she quickens the pace, his hips jerking forward a little. That reaction is intoxicating. I can’t believe I did that to him.

Me.

But I can tell he’s holding back. Dream Svenn may be cruel, but like the real Svenn he is always careful with me. I know it’s dangerous to drive a beast out of control. But I want to see that look again.

And I’m going to savor the moment this time.

I breathe through my nose and relax my throat. Dream Nel is doing the same thing as she hollows her cheeks, bringing him deeper, testing how much she can take. We’re rewarded with a sharp intake of his breath and the gentle tremble of his body.

He is so perfect, so beautiful.

I lurk closer to them for a better view of his face. I want to sit next to Dream Svenn on the couch but the weapon that I placed after our training lies there. Everything is exactly like the real world in this place.

As I look at the sword, my dream version is apparently doing the same thing. Dream Svenn notices her straying gaze immediately. He arches a brow and I see the shock flashing in his eyes.

The muscles in his jaw tics and he grinds his teeth. “Eyeing for the dagger while my cock is in your mouth?” He tries to pull away from her, but she grips his thigh.

Stupid Svenn. I’m not trying to kill you, you jerk.

Dream Nel tries shaking her head but there’s no way she can tell him that, so she does the only thing she can do. She takes him deeper into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He jolts from the pleasure, his body arching back.

“Nel…” he stammers desperately. The tease drives him crazy.

He fists his hands in her hair, thrusting his hips with complete abandon. Tears spring to her eyes and hence my eyes. I’m gargling, feeling everything Dream Nel is experiencing. There’s no catching my breath at all as he plunges his hips, hitting the back of my throat.

Bless the gods…

Just when I thought I’m about to suffocate to death he explodes in my mouth. Hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell—” he lets out a deep groan.

The taste of him is warm and heady and she can’t—I can’t keep it all inside. She eases off his length quickly and heaves some of it to the floor. I forget how to breathe for a moment.

Moments pass and I feel a caress on my cheek. He lifts her chin with two lean fingers.

“Open up. Show me,” he orders.

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