Page 131 of Heartbreak Prince

“You’re either a very silly man, or you’re far too serious about games of dice,” I tell him.

“Can’t I be both?” He throws me a grin and blows on the paint. After a moment, he runs his thumb over it to make sure it’s dry. “Come on, lovely. Show me that darling cunt. I promise this glyph is safe.”

If I didn’t like his feet so much, I wouldn’t give in, but he has such shapely toes, one of them graced with a ring… and I know how good his vibration glyphs feel. The temptation is too much, so I yield, opening my legs and letting him place that elegant foot against my center. The glyph activates with his intent and my arousal, producing a light, thrilling buzz against my clit.

Whining at the delicious contact, I shiver there, totally at his mercy, bracing myself on both arms while he toys with me. He probes the lips of my pussy with his toes until they’re slick and gleaming, and he goes so far as to nudge that first toe all the way inside my slit. The gentle vibration undoes me and I come with a soft scream, my skin coated with sweat and my thighs shuddering.

We play the game dozens of times, and he paints new enhancement glyphs on both our fingertips so we can make each other come over and over. He doesn’t varnish the glyphs so they’ll be easy to remove tomorrow, when he does my new set. But I don’t think much about consequences, or plans, or anything except his body, his tongue, his beautiful eyes, and the whimper I coax out of him when my glyphed fingers are stroking his cock.

Eventually I realize that we’ve stopped fucking and fingering and licking, and we’re simply lying there, naked and exhausted, decorated in glistening streaks of each other’s cum and dizzy from countless orgasms.

“I think… I’m done,” I whisper.

“So am I.” He blinks sleepily at the ceiling. “This was the best night I’ve ever had.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been part of orgies.”

“Orgies are rarely as fun as they sound,” he confesses.

“I never thought they sounded fun.”

He chuckles. “They can be awkward as fuck. And half the time you’re just waiting for your turn with someone or wishing your turn with someone else was over. Often you don’t remember much of it the next day.”

“That sounds dreadful.”

“I much prefer this. It’s… meaningful. Shit, listen to me. You’ve turned me sentimental.”

“I don’t remember having a glyph applied for that type of magic.”

“Enchantress.” Vawn pulls me against him and kisses my cheek. “Fuck, I love kissing you when you’re smiling. Your cheeks get so round and rosy right here.” He kisses me again. “Soft and warm. Give me your mouth, beautiful.”

His lips seek mine, and I kiss him back, wishing I could press everything that I feel through the sensitive skin of our mouths and into his very soul.

“The next time I see you, we’ll be in…”

“I know.” His grip on me tightens.

“And we’ll either succeed, or…”

“I know.”

“It’s my fucking plan, and I believe in it, but I hate it.”

“Let’s make a deal, lovely,” Vawn murmurs into my hair. “If we make it through, we’ll repeat this night. The games, the blankets, the fire.”

“Maybe add some snacks,” I suggest. “I’m starving.”

“Snacks, of course. We’ll do this again, and on that night, I will ask you a question.”

When he says that, his heartbeat quickens. My ear is pressed to his chest, so I notice it. Is he excited or nervous? Or both?

What question is he planning to ask me?

Is it…

Of course not. The impossibility of that question is one of the reasons I tried not to fall for him.

“Syth?” He sounds a little breathless. Anxious, maybe, or just exhausted.