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“Quiet, you.” Silas grins, pushing his underwear down.
And I am quiet. My lips fall open at the sight of his cock. Long, thick, hard, and…I need it inside me. Now.
Silas stands up, kicking his ridiculous monogrammed underwear to the side, and moves toward me, reaching for the waistband of my pants. Before he can get there, though, I sit up and wrap my fingers around his erection. Letting out a groan, Silas lets his hands fall by his sides as his eyes flutter closed.
My lips brush the tip of his cock, and a jolt of heat passes through my body. Tasting him feels naughty, but so deliciously right. As I part my lips and take him in my mouth, I relish every movement he makes. Every groan, every twitch, every curl of his fingers into my hair.
Sucking him deeper, I moan. I…I like this. I like being the one to give him pleasure. I like being the one who makes his voice get gravelly, who makes his face grow lax, who makes his cock twitch against my tongue. It doesn’t matter who he is, who I am, and all the barriers that stand between us. All that matters is what we’re doing now, how good it feels to give each other pleasure.
Before I can do more, though, Silas pulls away. “I need to stop,” he pants. “I…” He moves to my jeans, tugging them down and off my legs. His hands slide over my calves, and I’m vaguely embarrassed at the stubble prickling beneath his fingers. I haven’t shaved since I got back to Nord, but the Prince doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes darken as his gaze sweeps toward the panties still clinging to my core.
He spreads my knees and lowers himself between them, dropping his lips to my stomach and kissing a slow trail down between my legs. When his lips brush the edge of my panties, I can’t wait any longer. I pull them off in one movement and spread my legs for him. Not a bit shy about opening myself wide for him, because everything we’re doing feels so completely natural. When he groans at the sight of me, I let out a slow sigh.
Sinking into the mattress, I give myself to him, completely. Silas pushes my thighs wider apart as his tongue laps up every drop of me. He kisses me, tastes me, devours me.
I’m not quite sure how I ended up here. I can reach back in my mind and walk through the steps from the Halloween party to the Gala of the Press to my house in Nord, but it still hardly makes sense to me. How can I possibly feel like such a completely different person than I did a few weeks ago? How can I explain how much I want this? How badly I need him?
This isn’t just sex. It’s like we’ve been drawn to each other from the start, and what’s happening today is inevitable. Written by fate, inked in the stars. From the moment he walked up behind me and offered to help me find my father’s ring, we were always going to end up here.
“Silas,” I sigh. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“But you taste so good,” he replies, his breath warm against my slickness.
A shiver of pleasure walks down my spine as I tangle my fingers in his hair. “Don’t make me beg,” I murmur.
“Condom?” There’s a rasp to his voice.
“Top drawer of the bedside table.” I have exactly three condoms, all of which were gifted to me by Rhea over a year ago when she staged a fake intervention about me needing to get laid. She’ll be happy to know I finally put them to good use.
I watch Silas pull the drawer open and reach for the condoms. He picks one up, frowns, and holds it up for me. Two crooked googly eyes stare back at me, an erect purple cartoon penis between them. Damn Rhea! She’s lucky I love her.
“It’s a long story,” I say, wincing. Not exactly my sexiest moment.
“I bet.” With a laugh, Silas tears the wrapper with his teeth, grins at me, and rolls the condom onto his shaft. Googly eyes forgotten, he bends down and kisses me hard.
I’m about to have sex with the Prince of Nord. He’s one of the people I vowed to hate, who I wanted to tear away from his castle, but right now he’s everything I’ve always wanted.
It seems like ages ago that I thought like that. A different life, when my opinions were black and white. Now, I see the Prince as a person. As Silas, a man who makes me feel like there’s more to life than just work. He’s not the enemy. His family isn’t a scourge on our country.
My heart skips, but I’m so far beyond thinking about what this all means that I just spread my legs and reach my arms over his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss me.
With one hand around his shaft, the other propped up beside me, Silas lays a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m glad I met you, Jazz.” His lids hang low as he moves his lips to brush the edge of my jaw. “These past weeks have made me reconsider a lot of things.”
My heart thumps. I curl my fingers into his hair, arching my back toward him. “I’m flattered, Silas, but is this really the best time to talk about earth-shattering revelations?”
The Prince chuckles and scrapes his teeth over my earlobe. “Fine. Is this what you want?” Without warning, he shifts his weight and enters me. I gasp, arching my back as I let my legs fall open. We moan in unison as he drags himself out of me, and I know there’s no way this could be wrong.
Heat floods my veins as I cling onto Silas’s back, scraping my nails over his skin. I gasp as he enters me again and again, hooking my legs around his waist. His hand sweeps up my thigh, and in one movement he flips us both over so I’m straddling him.
I lean on his chest, panting. “Show-off.”
“I was hoping you’d do that.” He grins, thrusting his hips up toward me. Gasping, I almost want to smack that smirk right off his face. Almost.
There are more pressing matters, though, like the shaft currently buried deep inside me. So, I rock my hips and lean my head back, moaning at how perfectly he fills me up. His hands sweep up my thighs and run over my ass, every touch spreading fire over my skin. When his thumb finds my clit, I let out a long sigh and rock my hips faster, knowing I’m close.
With dirty words urging me on, Silas tells me to come. Commands me to let go, to give my orgasm to him.
And…I do. With a cry, I curl my fingers against his chest and fly over the edge, rocking against him as he throbs inside me. We fit. When I feel him release as well, I fall against his chest and let out a long breath, exhausted.
