Page 116 of The Nymph Prince
He was quiet as we stripped out of our clothing and got beneath the blanket. I felt his mind at work, but I couldn’t read his thoughts. I cuddled against his chest and sighed as his scent drifted to my nose. He smelled even better now that we were mated.
Alek lifted my chin with his finger and kissed me.
I might not be able to read his thoughts, but he could clearly read mine.
I straddled his naked hips and groaned as his cock pressed to mine. I needed very little preparation before I was ready to ride him. Kisses turned feverish and hands tangled in each other’s hair. And then there was a stinging pain as he entered me. The pain faded, though, and I leaned down to capture his lips as I rolled my body on his.
“My sweet prince,” he moaned against my lips, squeezing the globes of my ass.
“Yours.” I rose and fell, riding his cock in the way he loved. In the wayIloved. But it wasn’t enough. “Sorry to do this to you, sweetheart, but wait a moment.”
Alek groaned as I got off him. His cock gently slapped his abdomen, wet and delicious.
I quickly hopped off the bed and went over to my wardrobe. Several chains lay within it. My special chain still hung there unused, the one forged by the sons of Aphrodite. Alek and I were fully mated now. The chain was said to increase the pleasure of soulmates by tenfold when used.
I ducked into the washroom a moment to coat myself in rose-scented oil before walking back out to him.
His eyes widened a fraction as I approached the bed. I’d dangled the silver chain over my naked, oil-slicked body. He stroked his cock, slowly pumping into his closed fist.
My body heated at the sight. I was desperate to have him back inside me.
“You will be the death of me, nymph,” he rasped as I crawled back on top of him.
I reached between us and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it inside of me. My moan mixed with his as I lowered myself on him.
My desire to make love to him came not only from my wish to please him, but also from the need to be as close to him as possible. We lived in unsure times. With war so close, I wished I had the power to freeze time. So that I could stay in this moment with Alek for a while longer, making one night last an eternity.
As I began a slow, but steady, rhythm with my hips, I took the end of the chain and slid it behind his back. With his help, I tied us together. The chain went around his back before looping around my torso.
I could already feel the power of it. His cock had felt incredible, but with every in and out glide of it now, I shuddered.
The chain started to glow silver and the pleasure increased. As did my pace. I fucked him so hard that the bed creaked in protest. I’d never broken a bed before, but I suspected I just might that night.
Alek’s eyes rolled back as he groaned deep in his throat. His fingers dug into my sides.
“I…I cannot hold…it,” he panted, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. “Too good.”
I shouted as I reached my climax. The pleasure was unending. Sparks shot all throughout my body, and I saw stars in my vision.
My beautiful mage grunted as he thrust his hips upward, chasing his own high. When his cock pulsed, he cried out and warmth shot into me.
The pleasure was so intense that both of our bodies continued to tremble. As he gave one last thrust, I gasped and nearly blacked out as another climax rolled through me. Falling against his chest, the chain loosened around us. I think I cried a little from it. My cheeks were wet and I quaked.
“You are my heart, Lorcan.” Alek’s raspy voice was soothing. His arms tightened around me. “I’ll love you until my dying day and long after it.”
No sweeter words had ever been spoken.
Although weak, I cracked a smile. There’d been a time when he would’ve reeled back from confessing his love to me. He did it as if it was natural for him to do so.
“And I will love you long after my final breath,” I whispered, nuzzling his cheek.
Before I drifted to sleep, I felt a pain in my chest. Alek shifted beneath me before stilling.
Had it been his pain? I opened my eyes, only to see darkness. Alek kissed my forehead, and it eased the troubled feeling in my gut. The haze of sleep claimed me then.
And for once, I didn’t dream of fire and death.
I dreamed of a small village near the sea, where Alek and I built a home. A life.
