Page 121 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
Instead, Alezya put her hands on his shoulders, all too aware of the heat of his body, the too-thin piece of fabric between them, and his gaze looking up at her as she was above him.
There was something in the way Kassein looked at her that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, his green eyes filled with something that looked like pure adoration. She cupped his jawline with her hands, her thumbs rubbing his spiky cheeks while she leaned in for a kiss. First, a quick, chaste one, and then, a more passionate, deeper kiss.
The way his warmth spread to her was intoxicating. It was like hot lava was poured onto her skin everywhere he touched, triggering a wave of warmth in her stomach. Even more shameful was the way her nether regions reacted, immediately feeling hot, ticklish, and bothered, begging to be touched too. Alezya gently rocked her body against his without thinking as they kept kissing, and the heat increased again when his hands ventured under the fabric.
She gasped as his hands cupped her butt, crawled up her spine, caressed her thighs. There was a snowstorm outside, but she was sweating, dripping with desire. His heat was taking her over like a fire, almost making her drunk on that feeling. She wantedmore.
“Kassein,” she whimpered against his lips.
He let out a groan and pressed her against him some more. Alezya shivered upon feeling the bump in his pants, tightening the leather against her thigh...
“Kassein,” she insisted with a shake in her voice, almost begging.
His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and suddenly, he laid her on her back with him above her.
A hot shiver ran through her spine as she was basically caged underneath him between his arms, but before she could kiss him again, Kassein moved his lips even further down, pulling on the shirt and pressing his lips between her breasts.
She gasped and arched her back in response. His hands moved to her hips, caressing up and down her legs, cupping her ass, rendering her crazy with their warmth. She didn’t need any blankets or clothes, not when Kassein covered and caressed her like that. She was feverish, burning with desire, and willing to beg for more.
As Kassein’s chin kept pulling on the shirt’s fabric, she grunted and quickly grabbed the hem to pull it above her head, getting rid of it.
She heard him loudly gasp and, with a bit of satisfaction, caught him red-handed, staring at her breasts. That was one asset she felt rather proud about, and to see it had some effect on Kassein made her feel even more desirable.
He let out a heavy sigh, and his mouth went straight for the left one, making her moan audibly. She knew her chest pleased men, but she had never realized it could have them pleasehertoo.
The way Kassein licked, sucked, and teased her with his tongue was doing something to her stomach and lower region, and she heard herself breathe louder, unable to keep quiet as his other hand fondled the right one.
And then she realized; he had to feel it. He had to feel how full her breasts were, unused as they should have been to feed her daughter.
She blushed, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t. His lips moved, kissing her breasts and ignoring the liquid that dripped slowly from them, or licking some of it. She didn’t say anything, and neither did he.
He knew, she thought. He knew, and he didn’t care.
Kassein kept fondling her, ignoring how wet his hands had gotten, ignoring the liquid that continued to flow until it was but a slow drip. And that was all the confirmation and relief she needed.
Her entire body was moving under his hands, unable to stay still, unable not to react to the ways he touched her. She had a hand gripping his hair and the other scouring his back, her fingers caressing his warm skin and finding some scaled scars.
She could have paused to wonder what had caused those if she had found any room to think at all, but her whole mind was completely subjected to his hands and mouth.
When his lips moved from her breast to her stomach, she gasped, wondering where his tongue was headed as it kept going down, past her navel, her waist, and then—
“Kassein!” she gasped, lifting her head from the mattress.
The burning gaze he sent her from between her legs could have set an entire forest ablaze.
“Kassein, no,” she muttered, embarrassed but without conviction.
He ignored her protest and instead, gave a lick that sent a hot shiver throughout her entire body.
Alezya let out a moan, and without waiting, he buried his face between her legs and had his tongue moving against her lips, teasing her button, alternating shallow licks, heavenly kisses, and sucking.
There was nothing she could have done to stop the sounds that came out of her mouth as he was full-on eating her like she was his last meal.
Her body tried to move involuntarily under the excruciatingly sweet torture, but Kassein wrapped an arm around her leg and pressed a hand on her abdomen while the other held her thigh, his large palm pressing it against his shoulder. She had nowhere to escape from his obscene mouth nor his burning gaze, so instead, she tried to close her eyes, but it was almost worse with only the sounds.
Now she wished the wind had been blowing stronger because the sounds his tongue made were driving her crazy.
“Kassein,” she whimpered his name again and again, her voice half-broken.
