Page 109 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
“No. Kiss,” he smiled. “Alezya kiss Kassein.”
Gently, he intertwined his fingers with her hair and pulled her down for another kiss, which he made last just a second longer before he reluctantly parted from her.
“Kassein kiss Alezya.”
“...More,” she whispered.
“More?” he chuckled, pleasantly surprised.
“More kiss,” she muttered shyly. “Alezya likes Kassein kiss...”
His stomach roared with a burning fire as she descended on his lips again for a deeper, more passionate kiss.
He had not suspected such boldness from her, but he loved it.
He opened his mouth, touching her tongue for the first time, intensifying their kiss while his hands roamed her body. One hand he kept on her nape, laced with her hair and keeping her locked against his lips, but the other one explored her body, caressing her curves, her lower back, her thigh, and after a beat, swooping under her skirt to touch her skin. He felt her gasp faintly against his lips, and a chill shivered under his hand,but she didn’t break the kiss, instead making it even more passionate with an awakened hunger to it. Kassein felt his body react to her too, and to the rising heat between them. He was all too aware of how she was straddling him, how dangerous their position was despite the layers of clothing between his crotch and the apex of her thighs.
And yet, when Alezya moaned against his lips, when she lowered her body ever so slightly, the fire roared louder, and her eyes flew open with lust filling them. He let out a groan and pressed her even more against his lips, his fingers reaching her underwear, only to find it damp. Alezya let out another moan as he caressed her through the fabric, and her body arched slightly, breaking their kiss. But his lips scoured south instead, leaving peppered kisses on her jawline, on her neck, while she leaned her head back and let out delectable sounds, lust-filled music to his ears.
His fingers pressed against the thin line of her lips, and another shiver agitated her.
“Kassein,” she gasped.
His erection was painfully pressing against his pants, but he just cared about touching her, about the delightful reactions she gave to his fingers, how he found new colors in her as she whimpered above him.
Her skin felt as hot as his now, and she had closed her eyes, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Alezya.”
She replied with a soft moan, and he pulled her back to his lips, although her kisses were half destabilized by what he was doing to her, and his fingers gently pushed the fabric aside to touch her directly. How wet she was made him mad with desire. He had never felt such an overwhelming, desperate need to bring a woman pleasure. Every sound and movement Alezya made pushed him closer to the edge. Her voice, her heavy,hot breathing, the slight movement of her hips on his fingers, and how her lips lost focus against his as he intensified his movements, pressing a finger in and rubbing his thumb against the button above. She cried out again, and her febrile hand caught his wrist, but he didn’t stop.
He knew she was close, and he wanted to take her there. Alezya was both tense and losing her strength, her hips sinking lower as he pressed deeper in, making her cry against his lips again. How he kept her against his lips while he unleashed chaos on her had her moaning helplessly and breathing harder any chance she could, her grip tightening on his shoulder. Something inside Kassein bellowed with the brass of a dragon, a part of him that found pleasure in seeing her so helplessly subjected to his touch, his lips, his grip on her nape. He waited until she could barely breathe anymore to release her lips, letting her moan out loud against his ear while his mouth kissed her neck instead.
“Kassein,” she let out in a strangled cry. “Kassein...”
He watched, fascinated, as she lost herself to pleasure, her hips now shamelessly riding his fingers, her chest heaving loudly, her head held back and her eyes closed. She kept gasping out loud and letting out moans like frenzied music until her body abruptly tensed up, trembled in his arms, and her voice got cut off in her throat. He kept moving his fingers, letting her ride that orgasm to its full extent until her breathing eased, and then he slowly pulled out, watching her sink onto his lap. Alezya’s head came to rest on his shoulder, her breathing tickling his neck, while he quickly cleaned off his fingers and pulled her clothing back where it belonged.
Then, as Alezya seemed to come back to her senses, he kissed her temple before she faced him. The look of utter disbelief, surprise, and confusion in her eyes wasn’t what he’dexpected, and for a second, Kassein feared he’d gone too far. Had he misread her at some point? Or crossed some boundary?
Then, he noticed her flushed cheeks, not as a remnant of her orgasm, but as genuine shyness. Something else came to mind, but it couldn’t be. She had been with other men before. Surely she’d experienced pleasure before... right? But seeing her mildly panicked expression, and where her hand went to next, a wave of anger surged.
“No,” he grunted, grabbing her wrist.
He’d stopped her fingers inches away from the bulge in his pants, and Alezya’s eyes went to his with something that looked like panic, confusion, and... almost fear.
Kassein’s anger was reaching a dangerous level, and sure enough, somewhere in the distance, Kein growled, echoing his fury.
Alezya’s head turned toward the sound, albeit from outside the tent, before she turned back to Kassein with a faint panic.
“Kassein,” she mumbled.
“No,” he said, a bit more firmly. “You don’t need to do that.”
He was furious, but not at her.
He was furious at the bastards who had dared to treat her like this, to make her believe she owed him anything in return. Kassein was only too aware that Alezya had no way of understanding his anger, so he gently lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it softly, lovingly.
He wanted to reassure her, to comfort her that she deserved this, all of what she wanted, and he’d never ask her for anything in return. She was a foreign woman in a strange land, with few ways to convey her words, and he was most scared she’d ever feel pressured to do anything to ensure her survival. He couldn’t have that. He was the one who wanted to obey and provide her with anything he could.
