Page 44 of Downfall of a Princess

I snorted a laugh. It was brief and filled with nerves, but he managed to make me laugh in a situation that could wreck me with fear. I let my hand fall away from the breast closest to him.

“This one?” he purred, leaning closer. “Poor thing, why is it your least favorite when it’s so gorgeous?”

He cupped the breast with a light squeeze, and I drew in a shuddering breath, struggling to keep it together.

“Not your hands, please. Just your mouth...” I begged. “Your kisses.”

He paused, but only for a second. “Gladly.”

His warm breath fanned over my skin before the tip of his tongue traced my areola. I tried to focus on my breathing, but all my senses quickly narrowed to that one warm, slick touch dancing on my breast.

Sparks of desire skittered through my chest, then rushed down to my lower belly. Arching my back, I pressed my breast into his mouth. He hummed approvingly, dragging his tongue over my nipple. It pebbled under his caress. Taking the tip into his mouth, he gently rolled it between his teeth.

Pleasure zigzagged with lust through my body, arousal pooling between my thighs. I bent my legs, digging my heels into the bedding.

Salas slid a hand down to my ankle and unbuckled the strap of my sandal, then took it off, and tossed it to the floor, all whilesucking on my nipple. By touch only, he found my second sandal and disposed of it just as quickly.

Letting go of my breast for a moment, he lifted his head. “Will you trust me with your most favorite one now, Princess?”

A smile sprang to my lips. I removed my hand from my other breast, too, leaving it at his mercy.

He raked his gaze over it. “Just as beautiful as the first one. I have a really hard time choosingmyfavorite.”

He grinned before sucking my other nipple into his mouth. Need pulsed between my legs. It thrilled me that I could finally feel it with someone else, not just when I was alone.

At the same time, the awareness of him held me back. A shiver of pleasure ran down my body, and I tensed, subconsciously trying to suppress it.

He caressed my side with his fingers, staying away from touching my breast, just like I’d asked him.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he coaxed, speaking with his face so close to my breast, his beard brushed over my erect nipple with every word. “What do you usually think about when you’re touching yourself?”

“Who told you I do... that?” I wished so hard I could somehow stop myself from blushing. But the treacherous heat already flushed my face and neck.

“Don’t you?” He kept stroking my side, slowly trailing his fingers along the curve of my hip then over my ribs.

A warm sensation spread through my entire body, making it hard to focus.

“Tell me your fantasy, Princess,” he implored. “What do you think about when you come undone?”

What, notwho.

He understood me enough to know there was no person I fantasized about, no man I wanted.

“A river...” I watched a beam of moonlight on the ceiling. The light undulated and ebbed in a slow dance, following the movement of the curtains in the breeze—like water in a slow stream. “Sometimes, I pretend I’m floating on my back in a warm, dark river.” It wasn’t easy to put into words the scenes conjured by my imagination, especially since they were mostly sensations, not images at all. “The stream caresses my body...”

“Like this?” He skimmed his hand down my side again, then over my belly and upper thigh. Pleasure rippled in the wake of his light touch.

“Yes,” I exhaled. “Just like that... Hands then rise from the water. I can’t see the people, and I don’t care who they are. I just feel their hands. They’re soft and gentle. And they are... everywhere.”

His hands felt nothing like the apparitions from my fantasy. His were wide and warm, with hard calluses that scraped my skin lightly. But their touch was as gentle as I needed. Releasing a breath, I relaxed.

“Just like that,” he murmured approvingly before closing his mouth over my nipple again.

A glide of his tongue, followed by a slight press of his teeth, sent a spike of desire through my core. The throbbing between my legs ached, and I shifted my legs open.

He took it as an invitation. His hand promptly slid between my thighs. I gasped, momentarily mortified, but he quickly found the place where I wanted him so badly. A swell of pleasure flooded my body as he slowly circled my clit. My thighs trembled.

“Oh Goddess,” I circled my hips, following the blissful sensation of his touch.

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