Page 48 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

His low voice sends ripples of heat through me. Thighs clenching, I bite my lip as I smooth my oily hands over his back, rubbing and massaging around the base of each wing. I dig my fingers into his hard muscles, fascinated at the play of them. He’s so very strong. His shoulders are enormous to give strength to his wings, but I don’t find them unattractive. The opposite, really. I run my slippery hands down his spine, then back up again. “Should I do the wings proper, too? Or just your back?”

“Wings too, if you can.”

“I’ve never touched a wing before,” I say softly. “If I do something wrong, let me know.”

With careful fingers, I caress along the delicate, flexible bones of his wing. I know from watching him move them that the bones here are strong but light, but he’s still meticulous with them. He stretches the wing I’m touching out to its full length, the ripple of leather-like skin fascinating up close. I can see minor striations in the skin and veins tracing through the delicate membrane. Using my fingertips, I trace along one vein, forgetting that I’m supposed to be massaging and following my curiosity instead.

“Perfect,” he groans. “Your hands…they’re perfect.”

My pussy clenches at his words, and the ragged way he says them. Oh. He sounds aroused, as if the movement of my hands over his wings is the most decadent thing ever. “I don’t think I’ll have enough on my hands to cover your wings, but I’ll get the bases well,” I murmur, moving to the other wing as he extends it outward. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

He doesn’t tell me to stop, though. Instead, his breath hitches the moment I touch his other wing, and just that small noise makes me clench again. I stroke and toy with the thick base of the wing, getting the oil of my hands on and around it, working the firm muscle on his shoulder where it’s attached.

I’m having very naughty thoughts. Very naughty thoughts brought on by arousal.

Would he stop me if I ran my oily hands down his front? If I reached around his waist and gripped his cock and worked my slick hands over him until he came?

I bite my lip again, the mental image of that driving me slightly mad with lust. Do I dare?

I know he’s a Fellian. I know he’s the enemy. I just…don’t care at the moment. I’m dying to touch him.

Slowly, carefully, I slide my hands lower down his back.

Chapter

Thirty

Nemeth stands before me, frozen in place, his wings spread so I can administer more of the oil to his skin. I should be working on his wings. I know I should. Instead, I’m running my fingers lightly down his back. I want to touch him all over, to caress that hot, muscled, deep gray skin and give him pleasure. I’m shameless, but I want to watch him come.

“Can I keep going?” I ask, breathless. “Or should I stop now?”

“Keep…going?” It takes me a moment to realize he’s confused by my question. “My wings no longer itch, Candra.”

“I wasn’t talking about your wings.” I lean in, slipping my hands around his front, and move lower down his belly. I’m being obvious. So obvious. I close my eyes as I stroke my fingers over his abdomen, waiting for him to push me away.

Maybe if he spurns me, I’ll finally stop thinking hungry thoughts about him.

“I…I…” he stutters for a moment. “You do not have to, Candra. I did not mean to…”

He trails off. Didn’t mean to what? I remind myself that he’s a virgin and he’s not used to flirtation. He grew up aroundmonks, after all. “I know I don’t have to. Iwantto. May I touch you?”

Nemeth groans, the sound low and ragged. “Please.”

Oh, gods. My pussy clenches again at the sound of that single word. Has anything ever been so sinfullydelightful? I keep my hands on him as I step down off the bed, all the better to stroke my slippery hands around his waist. His wings fold in slightly, but my arms are yet underneath them. Not quite trapped, but definitely holding me in place.

I love it.

I press my cheek to his back, not caring that I’m getting oil on my skin. I close my eyes and savor the moment, my hands flexing over his stomach and then moving down to the waist of his linen kilt. Before I can even reach downward, there’s something hard and urgent pressing against my hand.

His cock is already fully erect.

Oh. My lips part, and I reach down, moving my fingers over the shape to learn him. I can feel the tension bunching up in Nemeth’s muscles, but he doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t pull my hand away. He’s perfectly still except for his wings, which twitch each time I touch him.

It’s the most erotic experience I’ve ever had…and I’ve experienced quite a bit.

Nemeth’s head falls back, his horns brushing against my hair. “Candra…”

“I love touching you,” I confess in a whisper. “I’ve thought about it so often. How you’d react if I got brave enough to put my hands on you. I wondered if you’d push me away because I’m human and a spoiled princess, or if you’d feel anything for me.” I bite my lip, because I’m blurting out vulnerable things and I hate being vulnerable. “Anything at all.”

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