Page 69 of Heartbreak Prince

“You’re so tense and jittery,” murmurs Vawn.

“Sorry. I can’t help it.”

“I wish you would let me help.”

Is he… is he suggesting…

“You’ve seen my glyphs,” he says. “I could give you two or three climaxes. It will settle you down. Purely a matter of mercy for both of us, so we can sleep.”

I swallow hard, cheeks burning.

“You haven’t said no,” says the prince cautiously. “Shall I…”

Still I don’t reply, but I squirm, prey to the same gnawing restlessness.

“You can’t say yes, can you?” Vawn murmurs. “It’s too much for you, admitting that you want this.” He shifts the arm around my waist, his right hand sliding down my stomach. “If you don’t tell me to stop, lovely, this is going to happen.”

I clamp my lips shut.

“Very well.” Vawn’s mouth brushes my ear. “When my fingers find your wetness, the glyphs will activate, guided by my intent. If at any point you want me to stop, tell me.”

I’m breathing fast, fighting the urge to grab his hand and halt its downward movement. Instead I reach up with my right arm and sink my fingers into his hair.

His fingertips slide into my panties, and I move my right leg, opening myself slightly to him. I’m trembling, not sure what to expect from the invasion. I’ve never experienced glyph use during sex before.

But this isn’t sex. Just a release of tension. A practical favor from him, so we can both sleep.

Vawn’s central finger skims over my clit, nudging between the plump outer lips of my pussy. When he touches the delicate wetness at my entrance, he lets out a long hum of pleasure, and at the same moment, the glyph on his first finger activates.

His fingertip buzzes softly, vibrating through my center, and I let out a sharp gasp. I have never felt anything so delicious. His third finger on that hand bears the glyph for nerve stimulation, which is doubtless enhancing what I feel, making it far more intense.

“Up a little,” I whisper, without meaning to.

Vawn chuckles. “Still giving me orders. How is this? Right here?”

“Oh fuck,” I squeak faintly.

“Precious pet,” he purrs in my ear. “This is the most sensitive little pussy I’ve ever teased. I think you’re coming already, aren’t you? Ah, there it is, I can feel you quivering. Oh yes…yes. Softly now, hush, love. Quietly. Fuck, you came so quickly and so beautifully for me.”

I bite my left wrist hard to stay quiet as pleasure gushes through me in a scintillating river. I’m left gasping, my pussy shivering against the tips of Vawn’s fingers.

“And another,” he croons, sliding two fingers deeper. “You are hot as fire and juicy as wine, beautiful. You’re going to give me a second gift.”

His fingers plunge all the way in, and my hand curls convulsively into his hair. I bite my wrist again, too close to the cut I’ve been opening, and I taste blood. It throws me off for a second, but Vawn ratchets up the intensity of the vibration, and my brain melts into hot, wet, sloshing bliss.

His fingers are pulsing in and out of my cunt, squishing loudly in the copious arousal. It’s too loud, too naughty, too filthy, but I don’t tell him to stop. I let him vibrate my channel and beat his hand against my pussy until I come again. This time, in an effort to be quiet, I buck and writhe against him, tears squeezing from my eyes at the intensity of the climax.

“You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly.” His voice is tinged with awe. “Fuck, that was good for you, wasn’t it, darling? Well done, beautiful. Would you like another?”

“I can’t,” I whisper raggedly. “You can’t. Your glyph—”

“This glyph can last another four or five minutes. Let me try. Take off your underthings.”

Rolling onto my back, I scoot my panties off and remove the chemise I was wearing as well.

Vawn quiets the vibrating glyph for a moment and places his wet hand on my bare breast, squeezing lightly, molding the softness like it’s his favorite thing. For a minute or two he plays with my tits, cupping them, tracing their curves, circling the nipples until I whimper. Then he clasps my right thigh and pulls me open wider.

I exist there, naked and open and trembling in the gloom, my body faintly illuminated by the glow of the dying embers in the fireplace. Vawn’s hand floats between my legs, so close I can feel the heat of his palm, but he doesn’t touch me.