Page 20 of Dark Prince's Mate

“I regretted having sex with you because of the way you behaved afterward.”Her voice rises.“You made no secret of the fact that the sex didn’t please you, and then you walked away and left me cold.”

“I never said the sex didn’t please me.”

“Oh, come on.”She utters a laugh.“You didn’t have to.It was written all over your face.”

“Sex with you was an incandescent experience, Elsie.”I tilt my hips, pressing the tormenting hardness of my cock against that enticing soft spot between her legs.“I have a feeling that’s not going to change.I can prove it if you don’t believe me.”

She bucks and twists her hips, rubbing herself in the process over my cock and only aggravating my need with her struggling.

“Keep still,” I warn.“Or don’t hold me accountable for the consequences.”

She goes quiet at that, staring at me with all the hatred she proclaimed not a moment ago.Yet her body isn’t unwilling.I can hear the wild rhythm of her heartbeat.My enhanced senses allow me to smell the sweet scent of her arousal.I can feel her wetness through the layers of my clothes and the sheet that covers her.Her nipples are hard little pebbles that poke my chest.And it’s all I can do not to rip apart the fabric preventing our naked bodies from touching and my cock from sinking into the welcome heat of her pussy.

The thought alone sets my body on fire.Sparks sizzle beneath my skin.My intention changes from talking this through to something entirely different.I can’t control the all-consuming lust.I can’t hold back.

She opens her mouth, but before she can protest, I press my lips to hers.Her mouth tastes like honey.Her lips are soft and pliable, a gift for my taking.And I take.I steal inside her mouth with my tongue and tease hers into doing this dance with me.

At first, despite her promise, she’s resistant, pushing on my shoulders to put distance between us.But as every successive sweep of my tongue explores a little deeper, a little longer, the tension in her muscles eases.I cup her face and keep her in place while eating those lips that are the most delicious treat ever created.

By the time I bring the kiss to a slow halt, she reverses the roles by snaking her arms around my neck and refusing to let go.A protest escapes her mouth when I tear my lips from hers, but the sound quickly changes to a throaty moan as I glide a hand over the silky sheet to explore her naked body underneath.

I lean on one elbow to study her exquisite shape.The sheet draws her naked curves in a thin, shiny fabric spun from the silver silk of the rarest silkworms, creating a stunning picture that’s even more erotic than if she were naked.Her small breasts are firm and pert, her nipples extending beneath the teasing strokes I administer with my palms.The dip of her stomach is a beautiful valley that leads to the small mound of her pelvis.I take my time to memorize her contours with my gaze and to learn her shape with my hand, and then, finally, I slide my fingers to the prize between her thighs.

The caress is light, but her breath catches, showing me the effect my touch has on her body.I reverse my path, getting reacquainted with all her pretty curves by using my fingertips like the brush of a painter to outline her shape.I start at the hollow of her throat and her collarbone before tracing my way down to her breasts, her nipples, her navel, and the junction of her legs.

Her breathing turns labored when I draw light patterns over the silk that covers the most intimate part of her.She moans again, gripping my wrist when I circle her clit in a touch that’s barely there, but she doesn’t push me away, so I increase the pressure and rub the button at the apex of her sex with the heel of my palm.

“Aruan.”She digs her nails into my skin.“Please.”

I trace her slit with the flat end of my hand, watching as the action dips the silk between her folds.“Who do you belong to, Elsie?”

She throws back her head and presses her thighs together.“Ah.”

The thin fabric clings to her wet pussy, the sight driving me wild.Pushing down my own need so that I can take care of her pleasure first, I massage her clit in circles through the smooth fabric.I slide that slippery silk over her swollen flesh until she begs me again.

“Say after me.”I let her pleasure build faster, not sparing her any longer.Just as her body draws tight like a bow, I stop.“I belong to Aruan, my mate.”

“Aruan,” she cries out.

“Say it, Elsie.”

“I—” She whimpers.“Oh, my god.”

“Say it.”

“I… I belong?—”

She swallows the rest of her words as I take her over the edge.Her climax is a powerful aphrodisiac.Her pleasure is my greatest accomplishment and my biggest trigger.Yet I don’t rush.I continue to ignore the need firing through my body, a need that demands I claim her and ease the ache in my loins.

Wanting the moment to last, I unwrap her slowly.I draw the sheet down little by little, exposing the perfect canvas of her naked body.All for my taking.Mine.Mine alone.

“You belong to me,” I say with a growl reverberating in my chest as I lean down and suck a hard little nipple deep into my mouth.

She grabs the sides of my tunic and tugs impatiently.I smile around the curve I’m devouring, loving it when she makes her own demands and takes what she needs.I sit back on my heels, straddling her thighs, and lift my arms to make it easier for her.

As soon as she’s pulled the garment over my head, she reaches for the button of my waistband.I clench my hands into fists, summoning every fraction of willpower I possess to refrain from touching her when all I want to do is pounce, submit, and claim.

I let her undress me as far as she can, and then I get off the bed with every intention of removing my boots and the rest of my clothes.

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