Page 54 of Prince of Never

‘It’s okay,’ she said, opening her eyes, a quiver in her voice.

But my hands didn’t belong to me anymore.They were running over her hips, seeking out that flimsy scrap of fabric between her legs, that final barrier keeping her from me.My fingers slid beneath her underwear, found her wet beneath them, and she hissed a breath at my touch, her hips arching for more.I groaned as my cock throbbed with wanting her.

I stroked at her, focusing on that movement, on the way she tilted her head back as she bit her lip, on the feel her moving against me.This was all I could have for tonight, but it was enough to see her cheeks flushed with pleasure, to see her hands curled in the sheets, knowing she was at my mercy, knowing that she was coming undone for me.I slipped a finger inside her and the sound she made was agony.Her eyes closed, and I paused.Kissed her.Hard.

‘Don’t close your eyes,’ I murmured.‘Look at me.’

Her eyes fluttered open again.‘Now who’s being bossy?’she said.I ran my fingers along her, dipped inside her again, and her breathing shuddered along with every move I made.The way she looked at me then was torture.What would she feel like wrapped around me?Thwarted desires gnawed at me, building into frustration.

‘I should be inside you,’ I said, the words coming unbidden, words I knew I shouldn’t speak.I kept my pace slow even as she began to tremble, lifting her hips against me.

‘Yes,’ she almost moaned, as if she wanted nothing more than that and I clenched my jaw against the urge to do it, to hang the prophesy and the rules and the story fate had laid out for me and take her here and now.

‘You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you.But since I can’t be, you’re going to come for me.And you’re going to look at me when you do.’

She had her hands at my hips then, pulling me against her as she buried her face in my neck, and I groaned in frustration at being between her legs with so much fabric in the way, grinding my hips against her, chasing what I couldn’t have.I couldn’t do this.There was no way I could do this.I stilled.Waited for my blood to settle with my hands gripping the sheets.She lay back against the bed and I devoured her with hungry eyes.

‘Okay, I won’t move,’ she panted.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.Then I kissed a slow path down her body.The planes of her stomach, the dip of her naval, the shadow of a hip bone, where I paused because I had to bite it, to sink my teeth into her, to hear her whimper.I parted her legs and she watched me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

‘These hardly even count as underwear.Tell me the truth,’ I murmured, rubbing the lace between my fingers.‘Did you think of me when you put these on?’

‘I didn’t even get to pick them.’

‘Not what I asked.’

She pressed herself up on her elbows.‘I think it’s unfair that you have more clothes on than me.Maybe—’ Her sentence ended in a gasp as I moved my mouth higher up her leg, nipping at the soft skin at the top of her thigh.

‘Answer the question, Imogen, or I’ll stop right here,’ I said.As if I could.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.‘Yes.’

‘Yes what?’

She shot me a glare, the colour in her cheeks deepening.‘Yes, I thought of you when I put them on.’

‘I don’t even think I’ll have to take them off,’ I said.And I didn’t.I pushed them to the side and kissed her.Her whole body curled up and she moaned as I tasted her.I wanted to spend the rest of my immortal life between her thighs while she made that sound.I traced my tongue over her clit before sucking sharply until she cried out, her fingers curling in my hair, holding me to her, her grip tightening as her pleasure heightened with each stroke of my tongue.I dipped into her centre, feeling her tremble, then replaced my tongue with my fingers, moved back to watch her face as she unravelled.

‘Come for me.’

She gripped my arms, her fingers digging into my skin, as she broke, crying out exquisitely as she lifted from the mattress to press against my hand, muscles quivering around my fingers and fuck I wished it was my cock buried inside her instead.

When the quivering stopped, she collapsed to the bed, limp and panting.I wanted her.The want was a growling, clawing burn inside me, hard and throbbing and demanding.

I couldn’t take this further.But fuck, I wanted to.

I pressed my mouth against her hair instead, breathed her in, as she trailed a finger down my stomach.When she traced the waistline of my pants, I groaned and called on every ounce of self-discipline I possessed to pull away.

‘I think that’s my limit,’ I said, catching her hand.

She rolled onto her side, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.‘Don’t you need...’

Yes.So badly.But I could only see one way that would end.I curled a hand around her hip.‘This is enough tonight.’

‘So you’ve seen me all vulnerable now and you’re not even going to take your pants off?’

I laid back, pulled her against my chest.She resisted for a moment but then curled up against me with a sigh.‘That’s right,’ I said.I had to leave.I knew that.We’d already complicated our situation far more than we should have.But it felt good to have her in my arms, like a void in me had finally been filled.I just wanted to hold her for a little while longer.

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