Page 116 of Spearcrest Prince

As he speaks, he settles himself between my legs, tilting my head back with one hand to kiss my neck.

“I want you to be quiet and make me come.” I gasp, my voice hitching as he sucks gently on the skin of my neck.

“Oh, mon trésor,” he says against my throat. “I’m going to make you come, I promise. But I’m not going to be quiet, and neither are you.” He moves his mouth to murmur against my ear. “I’m going to make you scream.”

He sits up and wraps his fingers around the waistband of my panties. I glare at him. “T’as aucune raison d’être si sûr de toi.”

He slides my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Laying his fingers on my hips, he digs them lightly into my skin, clawing lightly down my thighs and sending a shiver through me that almost makes my back arch off the bed.

“Ah bon?” he murmurs. “On verra.”

Sev’s mouth is pleasure and torture.

He is too tender, too slow. His tongue lingers and caresses. He kisses my pussy passionately, teasing me with his lips, his tongue.

Each lick over my clit is slow and sensual, building an inexorable tension until my back is bowed and my hands fist so tightly in the blanket my fingers ache.

When I’m so close to the edge that I don’t even dare to move, Sev pulls away, licking his gleaming lips. A string of wetness connects us for a second, breaking with the distance. His eyes are hooded, his mouth is curled in a satisfied smirk. He projects the lazy arrogance of a young tyrant.

I stare up at him, shocked and appalled, my entire body taut as a bowstring. “Don’t stop.”

“Pourquoi?”

“Parce que. Parce que je veux…”

He lowers his voice. His fingers tap lightly over my entrance. “Tu veux quoi? Dis-moi.”

Speaking our language somehow makes this too raw, too close, too intimate. I answer him in English. “I want to come.”

“Supplie-moi.”

“Non,” I gasp out.

His fingers slide inside, teasing me with slow, wet thrusts. I’m paralysed with want—wanting him to let me come, wanting to feel him inside me, wanting his body pressed against mine.

“Si, trésor.” He murmurs against my lips. “Supplie-moi.”

“Please.” I close my eyes and arch into him. “Please.”

He slides against me without another word, closing his mouth over me. He licks me in long, deep swipes, working me with his fingers. My mouth falls open, my body and breath suspended as my pleasure gathers under the command of his fingers and lips.

I come in a shudder, a broken cry tearing from my lips. My hips move of their own volition, undulating against Sev’s mouth, seeking more pleasure. I writhe against him until I can no longer bear it, until my entire body is pulsing like a heart, and then I fall back.

Sev watches me, unbuckling his belt, but I raise my hand and scramble to prop myself up on my elbows.

“No, wait.”

He stops, raising a questioning eyebrow at me.

“Stand up. Take off your clothes.”

He smirks. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to look at you.”

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