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He’s not lying when he says he’s thought of this. I can tell in the way my own lust is reflected back in his eyes. These feelings are just as strong in him as they are in me. His hands slide over my ass, and everything feels so sensitive I wonder what it will feel like to have his skin against mine.
A feline smile stretches over his lips as Silas drops his gaze to my chest. One hand brushes up my stomach, teasing the edge of my breast. “I think I can make you come without even taking your jeans off.”
I roll my eyes, even though heat sparks deep in my gut. Normally that kind of cockiness would annoy me, but with him…I think it might be true.
The Prince’s hand moves from my ass to my front, sliding down to the space between my legs. He presses the heel of his palm against my bud, layers of fabric brushing against my most sensitive spot.
I buck against his hand, gasping.
He chuckles, but I don’t have the energy to protest. With one hand between my legs, he grinds his hand against my center as the other teases my breast.
Heat mounts inside me, my panties soaking through within seconds. My body is out of control. I arch against him, rolling my hips against his hand as my fingers curl into the couch behind his head. Gasping, I drop my forehead against his.
Silas chuckles, a dark, smoky sound. His hand teases my breast, tweaking my nipple and skating his palm over my prickling skin. The hand between my legs pushes harder, the fabric that separates us almost too rough against my center. I want more, but I don’t want him to stop.
“The day I saw you at the Halloween party, all I wanted to do was bend you over and push that black dress up to your waist.” Silas’s voice deepens, his breath skating over my cheek as he speaks. I can feel his lips move, his breath tremble as he remembers. “I was hard the whole time I looked for your ring. I went home and jerked off to the thought of you.”
“Silas…” I pant, grinding my core against his hand. My panties are a mess, but I don’t care. All I care about is the pressure of his palm against my bud and the perfect way he teases my breasts.
“Every day since I’ve met you, I’ve wanted this. Thought about it. Wanted to spread your legs and eat your pussy till you screamed my name. I’ve wanted to watch you come for me since the moment I met you, Jazz.”
His words wind me tighter as heat mounts inside. I can hardly breathe. Dark, dirty fantasies flash through my mind. All the ways I’ve imagined Silas taking me. His broad hands splayed over my ass as he drives himself deep inside me. The grunts he’d give me when he comes. The way he’d say my name when he was choked with lust and pleasure.
I’ve imagined it too, late at night, with nothing but the buzz of my vibrator to keep me company. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on my body. To give him everything.
My hand drops down between Silas’s legs, gripping the hard shaft pinned by his pants.
The Prince lets out a low moan, pressing his palm harder against my clit.
I don’t… He’s not even touching me. There are layers of jeans and underwear between us, but the touch feels so intense I know I’m about to be split apart. I gasp, grinding against him, knowing I’m about to give him exactly what he wants. I’m going to give him my orgasm without even feeling his skin against mine. I’ll show him just how wild he makes me feel.
Dropping his lips to my breast, Silas sucks my nipple between his teeth as he scrapes them over my sensitive flesh.
I cry out, tangling my fingers in his hair as I ride his hand, not even caring that I’m still clothed, that I’m going to fly over the edge without even taking my pants off.
He grunts as my fingers curl over his erection, feeling my need for him. The need to have him fill me up. The need to give him everything I’ve ever held back. The need to let go of every thought and opinion I had about him and just…be.
When he bites and nips and sucks at my breast that little bit harder, I come apart. My panties cling to me, soaked with my arousal as my body locks up. My back arches, lips drop open, and I cry out his name.
The Prince lets out a long sigh as I come, not stopping until I collapse against him. He chuckles softly. “Better than I imagined,” he whispers. Another shiver makes me twitch in his arms, his hands moving to make slow circles over my back.
In one movement, the Prince hooks his arms around my thighs and stands up. I’m broken, boneless in his arms as he walks toward the stairs. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder, panting.
“Your room?”
“Upstairs, first door on the left.” I say the words between breaths as my body twitches and relaxes in his arms.
He carries me like I’m nothing, walking up the steps without even a change in the cadence of his breath. Strong, safe. When he enters my bedroom, I let out a soft whimper. I’m not ready to let go of him.
Gently, Silas lays me down. He stands next to the bed and pulls his sleeves down over his hands, taking his shirt off slowly, purposefully. He lays the fine garment on the back of a chair, taking his time to adjust the shoulders as if to prevent creasing. As if I’m not lying here in a hazy bliss, wondering when he’ll touch me again. Gasping for air without his skin against mine.
His eyes flick to mine, the darkness swirling within them the only evidence he’s not as calm as his movements suggest. Those broad hands that just made me come without even touching my bare skin move to his waist, where he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants to the floor.
“Your underwear is monogrammed,” I say, turning onto my side as I tuck my hands under my head. A smile tugs at my lips.
“Yeah, so?” He frowns, thumbs tucked into the waistband of his underwear, then glances down at the gold embroidery of his initials.
I laugh. “If you don’t immediately understand how ridiculous that is, there’s no point in me trying to explain.”
