my prosthetic. I took it off slowly, holding my breath for when I released it and set it aside, letting her see what I had lost.
Her eyes only looked at my missing leg for a few moments before they lifted to lock on my gaze. I couldn’t help it— I teared up. I’d expected a bigger reaction— honestly thought she would freak out— but Emma acted like what I’d lost was nothing. As if I was normal.
It made me feel so loved. And I had the thought that’s what I was to her. Just a normal man, and not someone whose past was shrouded in darkness.
She rushed forward to kiss me, and I laid backward. I got the point in her urgent kisses along my mouth, and went to yank off my boxers. Emma climbed on top of me, and my senses lost control. As my body pressed against hers, our scents mingled and filled the air. Her breasts moved against my chest and abdomen, nipples skimming my skin. Her wetness spread against my dick, and fuck, I nearly went blind from the pleasure I received from it. This woman was making me lose it.
“Do you want to... have sex?” I breathed between kisses. Couldn’t believe I was asking it, but my body craved to be inside her, and there was little room for reason when the mate of my dreams was on top of me.
She shook her head. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I’m not ready.”
That was fine. My emotions had been through turmoil tonight, and I had other things in mind. Had since I’d first smelled her.
I flipped Emma onto her back. I crawled downward, and Emma gasped as I spread her legs wide. I kissed her apex like I would kiss her mouth, moving my tongue along the inner parts of her and tasting her sweetness that lied within.
Emma cried out— I made a shushing sound, and she covered her mouth. Didn’t want to get caught messing around by teachers, and walls were thin around here. But nobody could stop me from pleasuring my mate right now, not even if they had the gods on their side. I sucked at her center, teasing the outside of her with my finger before diving in with my tongue. Emma’s breasts rose and fell in delirium, a blush spreading across the top of her chest. I took the movements nice and slow, savoring every bit of her until she was pleading for release.
“Please, Ethan,” she pleaded. “Just let me come.”
I gave a throaty laugh. “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.”
Emma reached down to finish herself off, but I pinned her hands to her sides and kept going. She wriggled underneath my mouth as I continued kissing her, drawing the movements out and making them torturous.
“Ethan,” she cried. Her voice was strained and desperate. All she could do at that moment was whisper my name, over and over.
That’s what I liked to hear. I gave her what she wanted, and began a relentless assault against her core. Emma came— I let one of her hands go, so she could muffle the sound as her body writhed on the bed, contracting with pleasure over and over.
After Emma came, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I sat up on my good knee and gave a few pumps to my dick, moaning as I did so. I came over Emma’s stomach, and collapsed at her side, giving a few deep breaths.
Slowly, we recovered. Emma turned her head to look at me— I blushed when I realized she was covered in... well, me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That wasn’t very... uh... proper.”
Emma scoffed and slapped a palm on her head. “Gods, Ethan. You don’t have to be a dignified prince when we’re fooling around. Sometimes it pays to get messy.”
“It’s unusual to let that side of me escape,” I confessed. “I was acting like a crazed beast.”
She smiled. “If that’s what you call it, you should let the beast out more often.”
Emma almost skipped to the bathroom to clean up, leaving me with an uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment and ecstasy. I wasn’t one for losing control, but Emma was my weak spot. I was tough on the exterior, but when she touched me, each part of me melted. The fierce wolven became meek, and even the Phantom longed to remove his mask and come into the light.
That’s what Emma did to me— made me vulnerable. And that was the most dangerous part about her.