Page 122 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
He kept going, his tongue relentlessly licking, sucking, diving, and even his stubble caressing her skin was too much.
She felt one of his hands leave her thigh while the other had his thumb move to press circles on her button, driving her even more insane.
Now, his thumb and tongue were working in unison, and she was feeling that sensation climbing up, building up in sweet tension. She glanced to the side and realized his hand was moving... He was touching himself.
This was what broke the dam. Something about Kassein pleasuring himself while pleasuring her made the last strand snap, and she exploded.
Alezya felt the sensation suddenly rage through her, taking her by surprise and overloading all her senses. She couldn’t stop the throaty, short whimper that came out of her mouth, nor the violent trembling, nor the way it just poured over her in waves. It hit a violent high and then came down slowly, leaving her out of breath, numb, and exhausted.
She lay on the bed in a post-orgasmic daze, slightly out of breath, until she heard a low, short grunt. A few seconds later, Kassein moved back up the bed to loom over her again, and she hooked a hand around his neck to bring him down for a long, languid kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.
Then, Kassein put a quick kiss on her temple and pulled a blanket over her before he left the bed.
Alezya wished he’d laid in bed with her, but she was too tired to protest, so she just pressed her cheek against the pillows and watched as he picked up the bowl she’d knocked over to put it aside and began cleaning himself. He just used a wet cloth and some of that scented stone paste, but watching him trace every line of his naked torso was quite a delightful sight, and when he caught her biting her lip, he smirked, making her blush.
He then grabbed one of the blades and began shaving himself, although his beard had barely started to regrow. Was it because she said she liked him better without it?
She didn’t miss a single one of his movements and watched him until he was done, rinsing the blade and his freshly shaved cheeks. Next, he put some water on to boil again and stepped out to throw the dirty water away.
She hadn’t taken time to think about it before, but the Dragon Clan’s habitations were a marvel. Kassein’s was bigger than some of the caves her people lived in. Plus, they even had a hole to let the fire’s smoke leave without killing them, but it was never windy or cold inside. It probably had something to do with the mountain shape of that structure.
“My father would kill to see this,” she muttered.
Her voice got Kassein’s attention, and he returned to her side, sitting on the side of the bed and combing her hair with his fingers.
“Tired?”
She nodded.
“You tired me,” she smiled.
“Good.”
There was something adorable about how proud he looked of himself, and she smiled. Their conversation wasn’t perfect yet, but it was enough to understand each other now, and she loved that. She knew her pronunciation and how she pronounced the sentences were probably still awkward, but she was just grateful she could convey what she meant now.
“Talk to me,” she said, “or I’ll sleep again.”
“You don’t sleep?”
“No. I talk with you.”
“Talk about what?”
She thought for a second. She didn’t want to pry for information, she hated anything that could be something her father would want to know, but she was curious herself.
“Kein is your dragon.”
“Yes.”
“Kiki is Kiera dragon?”
“Yes.”
“Your brothers and sisters. They have dragons too?”
“Yes. Four brothers and three sisters, seven dragons. With Kein, eight dragons.”
“Eight dragons...”
