Page 70 of Heartbreak Prince

My pride doesn’t want to let him know how much I crave this. But after a minute I yield and lift my hips, trying to press my mound against his hand.

“Bad girl,” he whispers. “Stay.”

With a huff of displeasure I drop my ass to the mattress again. He hovers for a few more seconds, then touches the very tip of his vibrating finger to my clit.

I transform in that instant, from a competent bodyguard into a weak, needy kitten. My world is fixed on that tiny part of my body, that little bit of sensitive flesh, and my entire purpose in life is to be titillated by his fingertip again.

“Please,” I whisper.

As the word escapes me, I realize that something long and firm is pressed against my right ass cheek, near my hip.

“You’re hard,” I whisper.

“Sorry.” His voice is rough. “I thought jerking off in the privy would take care of it. But you’re too enchanting.”

Not fuckable.

Enchanting.

I roll over to face him, but I don’t look him in the eyes. I keep my attention angled to his crotch as I push down his undershorts and release his length.

His cock is attractive, just like the rest of him. The bulging tip is slick with his arousal, and if I wasn’t already primed to take him, the sight of his need would prepare me.

I arch my left leg over his hip and reach down to grasp his length. Vawn shudders, a hoarse groan issuing from his mouth as I guide his tip between my pussy lips. I push my hips forward, impaling myself on his length, and he grasps my left ass cheek with his whole hand, pulling us tightly together.

He is inside me. And I don’t allow myself to think about anything except the way he feels. Smooth and solid. Warm and thick. A snug fit, both comforting and euphoric.

He’s still on his side, without much space or leverage, so I help him move inside me. I fuck myself on him until the bed creaks dangerously loud.

“We can’t keep this up,” I whisper. “We—have—to—finish—”

Vawn places the softly buzzing fingertip between my legs, massaging my clit while he rolls his hips, sliding his cock inside me. I come with a sharp little cry, my insides pulsating against his length. I claw myself closer to him, burying my broken gasps of bliss against his warm throat.

And while I’m doing that, he comes inside me.

I didn’t think this through. I let my own lust carry me away. I haven’t been on contraceptives since we fled the Lyre & Vice. What if he pumped me full of royal seed and I have to carry a tiny royal heir for him?

“You’re worrying about something,” he rasps. “I can tell. Oh fuck…” He shudders again, his cock pulsing twice before he draws himself out of me. “Gods, you feel divine.”

“Vawn, you came inside me,” I whisper. “What if—”

“You won’t get pregnant, sweetheart. I take a tonic once a month to prevent that sort of thing. Relax.”

“Oh thank the fates.” My muscles melt and I go limp, allowing myself to sink back into the afterglow. “Fuck, that was good.”

“You surprised me, with the…” His voice trails off.

“Yes, well… I needed it.” I flush, barely able to glance at his face, but I glimpse enough to see how pleased he looks. Almost smug. Like he won. And I feel so good that I can’t even muster the energy to be mad about it.

I pull my clothes back on while he tugs his undershorts into place. Then I snuggle against him, and he puts one arm around my waist again.

My entire body feels soothed, comforted, and heavy with sleep, purged of all the tension that was plaguing me.

“Do you think they heard us?” I whisper.

“Heard the ‘brother and sister’ fucking? I doubt it. If she asks, you can invent some excuse for the sounds. Perhaps I had some kind of seizure in the night, due to my old head injury.”

“That works.” I let out a long sigh. “This isn’t happening again.”