Page 121 of Heartbreak Prince

“I wanted you to respect me for acting like a true king and making the difficult choice,” he replies. “But I thought I was only breaking my own heart. I didn’t realize I was breaking yours, too.”

He looks so sad that I rise on my knees and lean closer, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, his pretty mouth, anything to soothe the sorrow that’s leaking from him, filling the room like a tangible darkness. I push him down onto his back and crawl over him, settling the lower half of my body against his and running my finger down the bridge of his nose.

“You’ve had to carry so much grief lately,” I whisper.

He clears his throat, avoiding my eyes. “Maybe I caused it somehow, by the way I was living. I was careless, foolish… using everyone around me for my pleasure…”

“Stop.” I grab his face and make him look at me. “You didn’t cause this. It wasn’t your fault. Belavrin is the second most prosperous kingdom on the continent. Someone got greedy for the wealth and power that goes along with ruling a nation like ours, and they killed to achieve their goals. I think it was a military leader, because the way they took power was so surgical, with as little possible loss of Belavrin lives. They had strategic experience, as well as intimate knowledge of the royal family’s locations and schedules—”

I refocus on Vawn’s face, on the misery in his eyes. Every word I speak is hurting him right now. We are each sustaining a vast amount of stress—he’s grieving and I’ve been traumatized, first by the bounty hunters and then by the violent widower. It’s too much to think about.

So I push it aside.

I relax against Vawn and I bring my mouth close to his, licking softly at his lips with the tip of my tongue until he opens for me and tilts his chin up, yearning for the full kiss. Only then do I plunge in, kissing him as recklessly as I’ve always wanted to.

“The first time I saw you,” I whisper between kisses, “I wondered what it would be like to kiss your mouth. You had the most perfect lips I’ve ever seen on a man. And by the fates, I hated myself for wanting you.”

A teasing glimmer sparks in Vawn’s eyes. “The first time I saw you, I thought, ‘What kind of bodyguard has tits like that?’ You had the loveliest pair of breasts I’d ever seen on a woman—”

I smack his face lightly, and he laughs, unrepentant, reaching beneath my cloak to squeeze one of my breasts. His touch is playful, but a flare of arousal runs through me nevertheless, and I kiss him again, with more vehemence. This time, when we break apart, he’s panting, cheeks painted with a rose flush.

I move down his body, putting aside the layers of the cloak and his garments. Finding the buttons of his pants. One by one they give way, and I widen the opening, shifting the thin layer of his undershorts, pushing them out of the way and exposing the bare, vulnerable length of his cock.

Before he can feel the chill of the air, I bury his whole length in my mouth. I relax my throat, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Vawn lets out a ragged groan of pleasure as I choke myself on him. I slide him out, wet and pink, and I bathe his sensitive skin with my tongue. In some sense, I’m cleansing him of everyone else who wanted him before me. They may have craved him, but they didn’t cherish him. They played with him, but they didn’t protect him.

I’m here now, with my tongue lapping the tiny opening of his cock, then tracing the slight groove beneath the bulging head. I’m here to warm every part of him, including this one.

Gasping, he props himself on his elbows to watch what I’m doing. “Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he groans. “So many times, I dreamed of you putting your mouth on me like this. I knew it would happen eventually—”

I look up at him, and he shuts his mouth quickly.

Grasping the base of his cock with one hand, I dip him into the wet tunnel of my lips and mouth, finding the perfect rhythm, a stimulation so rapid and relentless that he voices a chain of absolutely pathetic moans.

I pause once to look at him again, right in the eyes. “Come in my mouth, your Highness.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, and as soon as I resume my rhythmic bobbing, I feel him throb and release. Thick jets of his cum coat the inside of my mouth, and I swallow carefully, making sure every bit makes it down my throat.

He whines when I pull my mouth off him, so I comfort his length with my hand until it softens. Gently I put him back inside his undershorts, and I button his pants again while he lies there, dazed from pleasure.

“You seem overcome,” I tell him dryly. “Don’t pretend you haven’t had dozens of mouths on you before.”

“No one ever did it quite like that,” Vawn says breathlessly. “It was fucking perfect.”

A smile overtakes my face before I can even try to restrain it. Vawn smiles and reaches for me, pulling my face within kissing distance again. I shift forward astride him and realize, with a sudden throb of arousal, that my center is pressed to the ridge of his belt.

He notices when I go still, and he gives me a look of diabolical delight. “Do it, Syth,” he croons. “Press that little cunt against me. Give yourself what you need.”

He reaches down between us and cups me through the laces of my pants. I quiver at the touch, titillated even through the layers of my clothing.

Vawn rubs me, flexing gloved fingers over my pussy, and I arch into the friction with a faint moan. I don’t like to show this side of me—the part that needs so deeply. I don’t like to appear anything less than strong and capable. And yet… with him… I can be a little wild. I can roll my hips and stroke my center against him like an animal in heat, because I know he won’t respect me any less for it. With him, I can be soft and needy or viciously protective. I can be all the phases of myself.

Pain flickers through my side, and I move Vawn’s hands to my ass. “Help me a little.”

He obliges eagerly, helping me move against his belt buckle for the pressure I need, murmuring soft encouragement. “Yes, sweetheart, yes. Harder, faster, you’re almost there. Fuck, your ass cheeks are perfect. Strong, round, luscious, like a pair of sweet little cakes I’d love to taste. Will you let me bite these pretty cheeks sometime, lovely? Just a pinch, right here.”

He squeezes me through my pants, and I grind harder with a shaking moan. The pleasure bursts through my clit, spreading outward, thrilling me to the core. I keep moving on him until I’ve soaked up every last flutter of bliss.