Page 116 of Alien Prince

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?”

I do my best not to smirk. She could always read me better than most, and she’s exactly right. I do have something planned.

I hold out my hand, and she takes it without hesitation. “Come with me,” I say, my tone laced with mystery.

Her brows lift, but she follows as I lead her down the winding staircase, through the palace corridors, and out to a private transport dock.

“Kael…” she begins, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“You’ll see,” I reply, helping her into the sleek craft.

The flight is short, the city’s lights fading behind us as we approach the secluded cliffs overlooking the vast Erythosian ocean. The waves shimmer with bioluminescent life, their glow casting a magical light over the rocky shore.

When the craft lands, I take her hand again, guiding her to a small, hidden terrace carved into the cliffside. A table awaits us, set with delicate crystalware and surrounded by lanterns that float softly in the air.

“Kael,” she breathes, her eyes wide as she takes it all in.

“You deserve more than this,” I say, my voice soft, “but it’s a start.”

She turns to me, her expression filled with wonder. “You planned this?”

“For you,” I admit. “For everything you’ve done for me, for the kingdom. I wanted to give you a moment to just… be.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, and she steps closer, her arms wrapping around my waist. “You didn’t have to do this,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“I wanted to,” I reply, my hand brushing against her cheek. “You’ve given me more than I ever thought possible. Let me give something back.”

“But your people… What about that one colony? That one settlement that’s struggling?”

I grin at her. “Already taken care of?”

“When?”

“I can perform all of my princely, kingly, husbandly duties. Have no fear.”

“Oh, believe me, I enjoyallof your duties.”

The evening unfolds in quiet, perfect intimacy. We share a meal under the stars, the sound of the waves below a soothing backdrop. Emily laughs more than I’ve seen in weeks, her worries momentarily forgotten.

As the night deepens, we sit together on the edge of the terrace, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice soft.

“For what?” I ask, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.

“For this. For everything,” she says, tilting her head to look up at me. “You’ve shown me what love can be and what it means to be truly seen, truly supported.”

Her words strike something deep within me, and I lean down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

“You’ve given me the same,” I say against her mouth, “more than you’ll ever know.”

Without a word, Emily surprises me by starting to remove my clothes, and my cock hardens instantly. She licks her lips.

“I wonder,” she murmurs.

She dips her head and licks the tip. A jolt goes straight through me, and it takes everything in me not to come already.

“Emily, you’re torturing me.”

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