Lone Prince (Royally Unexpected #7) - Lilian Monroe Page 0,41

brushing the edge of my clit. I tremble.

This feels different with him watching. It’s not like touching myself, alone under the covers. It’s not like squeezing my eyes shut with a vibrator between my legs.

This is something more.

I bite my lip as my fingers circle my clit, the Prince’s palms making slow circles over my thighs. “That’s it,” he says softly, urging me on. “Show me what you like.”

It should feel wrong to be spread wide like this. To be displaying something so personal. To be opened up for him to see everything—but it doesn’t feel wrong at all. It feels so right and so fucking hot.

I play with my clit a bit faster as the Prince strokes my thighs. My eyes drift over every muscular plane of his stomach, chest, shoulders, but they linger on his face. The openness. The pure pleasure of seeing me touch myself.

Has a man ever looked at me like that before? Like watching me pleasure myself is the most sacred thing he’s ever seen?

As my fingers move faster over my sensitive bud, the Prince slides his hand down my thigh. His thumb brushes my folds ever so softly. I buck toward him, breath trembling. Everything is sensitive. Everything heightened. I can feel the fabric of the duvet against the skin on my ass, still red from my spanking. I can feel his palms. Fingers. His breath. His heartbeat.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” he growls, moving his fingers toward my opening. “Do you hear me?” His eyes flick to mine.

I nod. “Yes.”

“Don’t stop until you come on my hand.”

I suck in a breath, holding his gaze. As the Prince sinks his finger inside me, a moan falls from my lips. I grind against his touch, needing more.

And he gives it to me. Another finger. A third. Leaning forward, he works his hand between my legs as I pleasure myself. Heat winds tight around my core, pressure mounting with every thrust of his fingers. Wow, that feels good. I close my eyes when I feel his lips on my breast, sucking and nipping and teasing it as his hand works magic between my legs.

“Come on my hand, Rowan,” the Prince says, his lips brushing against my pebbled nipple. He lays a soft kiss on it, driving his fingers deeper. “Give it to me, princess.”

The Prince’s teeth scrape across my nipple as his fingers drive in and out of me. My own fingers tremble as they dance over my clit, the heat in my core mounting and mounting and mounting and—

Ohmygodyes.

Back arching, sharp inhalation, silent scream. The Prince urges me on, whispering dirty nothings to me as I clench around his fingers. Squeezing my eyes shut as my whole body contracts, I listen to his grunts, and I realize he’s enjoying this.

My pleasure—he likes it. Loves it, even.

When he lifts himself off me, dragging his fingers out and bringing them to his lips, I feel flushed. Dizzy. So fucking horny all I want is more, more, more.

And I see the pure, unbridled lust in his expression.

This time, when I reach for his waistband, he doesn’t push me away. He watches me unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper, pushing the layers of fabric off his slim hips. Standing up to help me, he drops his pants to his feet.

My breath catches.

I’ve never thought penises to be beautiful, but I was wrong. He has a gorgeous cock. Long and thick and so incredibly hard.

And right now, it’s mine.

The Prince produces a condom from somewhere. I don’t see where. I’m too busy staring. I lean back on the bed, watching him position himself between my legs and roll the condom over his shaft.

I’m done thinking about regrets. We’ve crossed a thousand lines, and I’ll cross a thousand more to get what I want.

And what I want is him. Right now. Deep inside me.

But he teases me. He brushes his tip against me, then moves backward and drops his lips between my legs. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back.

His tongue feels like magic. It sends fire rushing through my veins and steals the breath right from my lungs. It makes my nipples tighten and my legs fall open. As I tangle my fingers in his hair, I find myself grinding against his face.

It’s brazen and naughty and not at all what I’m used to doing.

But wow, it feels good. When the Prince moves up to kiss me, I taste my own arousal on his lips. He drives his