Page 46 of Lone Prince

Then, stillness.

We both fall forward, me on my stomach and him on top of me. We stay tangled in each other, until I groan and shift, and the Prince slides out of me and rolls over.

I’m covered in a blanket of bliss and a sheen of sweat. I stare at him through my messy hair, loving the way his cheeks are red and his face looks totally, completely relaxed.

He doesn’t look like an arrogant prince right now. He’s not a cocky asshole used to getting what he wants. Right now, he’s gentle. Soft. Smiling at me.

Then, he groans and glances down. “Shit,” he says, frowning.

I follow his gaze to his groin, where his cock glistens with sticky wetness, the remains of a broken condom wrapped around its base.

The Prince glances at me, gritting his teeth. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

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