fed him a tiny slice of strawberry and smiled when he fed me a piece of his pancakes with his fork, trying to convince me it was the best in the whole world, as if it wasn’t the same thing I had on my plate.
It was all so good and sweet, until I saw a drop of syrup on his chin. Then it turned even better.
“You have syrup there,” I told him, pointing to my chin, the same place he had the syrup but, just like with the flour, he completely missed it.
I had to do it myself. With my lips. Because the idea sounded so good in my head. I just had no idea that the prince’s reaction to that would be catching my lips and locking them with his in a heated kiss that almost made me faint.
His lips were hot against mine, soft and tender, yet firm and demanding. It was sweet like any other kiss we’d shared, but this time there was something different. This time it was like he was hungry, thirsty, but not for food or a drink. For me. He wanted me, and that thought drove me insane, because I wanted him, too. So much, indeed.
His hand wrapped around my throat, his fingertips at the back of my neck and his thumb just under my chin, his fingers warm and his lips warmer, his touch gentle and his tongue gentler, his breath hot and his kisses even hotter. I was melting.
My hands found his hair and he groaned into my mouth for the first time when I pulled slightly at the hair on the back of his head. The second time he groaned was when I straddled his legs and sat on his lap, this time facing him, my body flush to his, and our lips embracing each other like long lost lovers.
I felt the heat spreading all over my body, starting from my cheeks and down to my core. I was vibrating from the inside out with need, desire and…and…something. Something was bursting inside of me like a wildfire, demanding my attention, telling me of new feelings I’d never felt before; uncontrollable emotions and sentiments that I was too distracted by our kiss to even care to think about.
His hands were all over my back, pulling, squeezing, stroking, driving me mad with undeniable lust. I wanted him to touch me more, and everywhere.
His lips pulled away from mine, both of us panting and flushed. But, just as I was about to start missing the feel of those lips, he started kissing my neck and then down to my collarbone, his breath fanning over my neck, and over the wet spots his tongue left as he tasted my skin. It felt so good that all I could do was to throw my head back to give him better access, moan breathlessly and tug more at his hair, at the same time holding his head in the place where I liked to feel his tongue the most, behind my ear.
It was heavenly good.
“Princess,” he breathed into my ear before kissing me right under it at the edge of my jawline. “Beautiful, beautiful Princess.” His whispers were as hot as his hands that I wanted to feel even more of. I wanted to feel him, all of him.
“What should I do to you, My Beautiful Princess? What should I do to you?”
Kiss me.
Hug me.
Touch me.
Oh, please, touch me.
I could only moan in response. In the next moment, the prince’s hands were running over my sides, tightening a bit as he moved me slightly away from his lap. I was about to protest and demand the same closeness again, only to have him push me gently over onto my back, bringing his body to hover on top of mine, as our lips stayed busy with another burning kiss.
The feel of his body over mine was something I couldn’t describe. I already knew I’d never felt as safe or as protected as I felt in his arms, but this...this was way beyond feeling safety and protection. This felt as if I was outside on a rainy night in the cold and finally found shelter.
He was my safety. My comfort. My protection. And my shelter. My very secure and care-filled shelter.
His lips were on my neck again, kissing, licking and sucking tenderly, but with enough pressure to tell me exactly how much he desired me. Maybe just as much as I desired and wanted him, though his arousal