52. Prince Cole
Chapter 52
Prince Cole
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved.
She wanted to be burnt.”
— Ana?s Nin
I turn my head, drawn to something far more captivating than the stars above.
Davina sits quietly beside me, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the stars as if searching for something only she can see. There’s a kind of serenity about her right now, a stillness in the way she watches the sky—pensive and a little wistful.
The moonlight kisses her skin, casting a soft glow that makes her look almost ethereal. Her damp hair dances in the gentle breeze, each strand catching the light in a way that makes her seem otherworldly. I can’t help but watch her, mesmerized by the way her hair moves and the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. There’s a certain calm about her tonight, like she’s found a piece of peace in the midst of chaos.
She turns her head toward me, catching me in the act of admiring her. “You’re staring,” she says softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she shifts closer to me on the blanket.
“Can you blame me? You’re kind of hard to look away from.”
She chuckles quietly, her gaze dropping for a moment as if she’s suddenly shy. “You know, I never thought I’d see the stars like this.”
Her words are simple, but there’s a depth to them that I can’t ignore. We’ve had countless conversations, but today makes me realize again how uneventful her life used to be.
“You could see them every night,” I say, my voice low, almost afraid to disturb the moment. “If you want.”
With a sigh, she turns her head back to the sky, her eyes fixed on the constellations above.
“You deserve the stars.”
“You’re right,” she says quietly after a long pause. “I do.”
I reach out, gently pulling her closer until she’s lying right next to me, our bodies aligned and facing each other.
“Cole?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
I pull our joined hands to my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart as it thrums in response to her presence. Her free hand gently cups my face, and the sensation makes me shiver. She watches me closely, her fingertips grazing my jaw. Her gaze is so intense, so knowing, that it feels like she’s seeing through every wall I’ve ever built. She’s breaking through them all with just a look, and somehow, it doesn’t terrify me as it once might have.
A grin spreads across my face, a rare sense of peace washing over me. It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced in years. I run my palm down her body, my fingers trembling slightly as I grip her leg and pull it over my waist. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
My touch is desperate tonight, filled with unspoken promises I can’t wait to uphold if fate grants me the chance.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. “I’d love to hear it, Highness.”
“You steal my breath away with just a glance,” I confess, tracing my hand along her thigh to keep her warm. “I ache for you?—”
“Oh, really? Because if I’m stealing your breath away now, just imagine what I’ll do to you when I’m dead. I’ll come back and hunt you down just to remind you of how unforgettable I am.”
Forcing a smile, I try to mask the sting her words carry. I suppose humor is her way of coping with the possibility of her death.
“Is that a promise or a threat?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light despite the heaviness settling in my chest.
“Both, I suppose.” A pause. “I’d hate to think of you forgetting me so easily.”
“I don’t plan to.” I swallow, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “Not now, not ever. And I’d be honored to be your afterlife obsession.”
She laughs softly, but her eyes give her away. “For that last line, I might just haunt you until you join me. I rather like the idea of spending time with you in the afterlife.”
“I assure you that I’ll spend every lifetime looking for you.”
She blinks, her eyes growing glassy as she holds up her pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
I nod, curling my pinky around hers. “Pinky promise,” I say, dipping my head to kiss her.
As our lips meet, I push away any thoughts of losing her, refusing to let it taint this moment. Instead, I focus on the feel of her hand in mine, the way our fingers intertwine as if to hold on to the time we have left.
She moves my hand until it’s resting on the inside of her thigh. “So, would you like to prove how much you ache for me?”
I squeeze gently before flashing a smile. “It’s a gift to be the one who gets to touch you. How could I possibly refuse?”
“I’m glad you think so, because I can’t wait to see just how much you enjoy the privilege.”
I cup her pussy over her panties, feeling the heat radiating underneath my palm, but I don’t pull the fabric aside yet. “In fact, I should be begging you to let me touch you.”
She spreads her leg a little more. “Stop teasing me and just?—”
I turn us over, a soft gasp escaping her. Bending down to her ear, I whisper, “What if I enjoy watching you squirm? Like seeing you desperate for my fingers inside of you?”
Her lashes flutter as her hand slips beneath my shirt.
I silently obey, pulling it off while my heart pumps erratically in my chest. As her fingers ghost over my torso, I brace myself for a look of pity when she sees the fresh wounds inflicted by Lorelda.
To my relief, her expression reveals nothing.
But then her eyes widen, suddenly locking onto mine. “Cole,” she says, “you have a tattoo? Didn’t you say you don’t like?—”
“It’s new,” I rush to explain. “Don’t waste your time by looking at it. Look at me instead,” I urge, trying to catch her attention.
“No, I want to see it,” she insists. “But it’s so dark I can barely make out—” Her expression shifts to one in astonishment. “Is that a cherry ? Did—did you get this for me ?”
I give a half-smile, trying to hide my nerves. “Well, yes. Figured if you were going to leave your mark on me, I might as well get a permanent reminder of the favor.”
Davina blinks at the tattoo, then at me, seemingly speechless.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
She reaches out, lightly touching it with her fingertips. “I don’t know what to say. That’s actually really sweet. But this is…unexpected? You told me there’s nothing worthy enough to be engraved on your skin for the rest of your life.”
“Seems like you’re the exception to everything, darling.”
She’s suddenly still, her eyes brimming with emotion as she stares at the small tattoo.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just—I guess I never realized I could mean that much to someone. But if I’m worthy of a place on your skin, then I promise to be worthy of a place in your heart.”
My knuckles brush against her cheek as I give her a teasing smile. “If you keep making me feel this way, I might just have to get another tattoo.”
Without warning, she tugs my boxers down in one swift motion.
This girl is going to be the death of me.
Frantically, she pulls her dress up, as if she can’t wait for me to touch her. All I can do is watch, enchanted and mesmerized, as the fabric slips over her curves, revealing soft skin that begs to be explored. I am both a man under her spell and a worshiper at the altar of her beauty. I’m ready to worship every inch of her.
She is a vision of desire and longing.
She could make even the devil wish for a taste of heaven.
Her back arches, a silent plea that snaps me out of my daze.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I can hardly wrap my mind around the fact that I have her beneath me, completely at my mercy.
I can’t believe that she craves me as much as I crave her.
I hook my fingers around the fabric of her panties and, with deliberate slowness, drag it down her legs.
Leaning down, I let my teeth graze her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp. My cock aches, pressing against her—a throbbing reminder of how badly I want her. I can’t even decide what I want to do first, torn between the burning desire to worship her body and the primal instinct to claim her.
Palming her breasts, I bend down to twirl my tongue around her nipple, teasing it gently before popping it into my mouth. The sweetest moan I’ve ever heard fills my ears and wraps around me like a spell.
The ache in my cock intensifies, pressing against her with a need that borders on desperation. She tugs on my hair as she lifts her hips for me, and I bring my fingers down, finding her entrance. A groan escapes me when I find her pussy dripping all over my hand.
Slowly, I push one finger inside, hearing her suck in a breath.
“More,” she breathes.
I add a second finger and start a repetitive motion, fucking her with my fingers until she’s whimpering beneath me.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her again as she comes apart beneath me, so l spread her legs wide, lowering myself between them and lapping her up.
She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
I glance up at her, those hypnotizing brown eyes boring into me. “I love how wet you get for me.”
I can see the flush spreading across her cheeks.
Her body begins to tremble as I suck her clit, and I let a finger slip inside, enjoying the sharp cry it draws from her. I curl it, searching for that spot that will elicit the sweetest response.
She grips my hair to adjust me, and I grin against her, my arm pressing down across her stomach. “Stop moving, darling. I won’t make you come yet. But you love the idea of coming all over my tongue again, don’t you?”
She moans louder, and if I could, I would catch the sound to inject it into my veins.
I continue to tease her, and just then, it starts raining.
Though I’m certain she wants us to leave, she closes her eyes and starts laughing. “This might just be the best day of my life,” she says, smiling.
I watch her in awe, struggling to comprehend how someone could be so perfect. So divine. She’s like a deity, somebody you’d sacrifice yourself for.
I lie down next to her. “Sit on my face.”
She looks stunned but recovers quickly. “Sit… As in sit?”
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I yank her down onto my face. “ Sit. ”
I squeeze her ass as I’m devouring her, and she starts riding my face, trying to increase the friction while my tongue twirls around her clit. She’s panting, screaming my name as her fingers wrap around the strands of my hair.
“Cole, I’m—” she trails off, moaning louder than before.
“You like that?”
“How—how are you so good at this?”
“That’s what happens when you are a good girl; you get to come on my face like one.”
She lets out another moan in response.
My clothes are dripping wet from the rain, my face wet from her arousal.
I’m a lucky bastard.
“Cole,” she cries out, her sweet little moans filling my ears over the sound of the rain hitting the ocean. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
I groan and flip us over, settling myself between her legs.
I’m dying to be inside her.
Her eyes roll back as the tip of my cock teases her clit. I wait for her to give me a sign as her chest heaves, her breathing ragged.
“Tell me again,” I beg, one hand at her jaw as the other one pins her to the blanket. “Tell me you want this.”
“Please,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “ Please , Cole.”
My cock twitches as I spread her legs wider, bringing the head to her dripping entrance. I run it up and down, coating my dick in her arousal and pressing the tip into it.
She sucks in a breath.
“Tell me if you want me to stop?—”
She shakes her head, letting out a desperate whimper. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Wrap your legs around me.”
As she wraps her legs around my hips, I place a kiss on her temple and slowly slide inside. I hit resistance, and I feel a tightness in my chest as I watch her close her eyes and bite her lips, as if she’s struggling against the pain.
“You can take it, can’t you?”
She nods, her nails digging into my ribs.
“Breathe,” I say softly. “Scrape my skin off if you need to.”
With one single thrust, I push through. Her arms fly around my neck, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t want her to leave marks on my body for everyone else to see.
Slowly, I continue to push inside, inch by inch, moving without any rush. “You’re doing so well?—”
“Cole,” she breathes out, “I want to feel all of you.”
Fuck.
I’m afraid if I move any faster, I’ll explode, and I want this to last forever. “You will,” I murmur, kissing the curve of her neck and feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
I fuck her slow and gentle, and we gasp simultaneously, the feeling of being surrounded by her overwhelming my senses.
I grab her by the throat, not to choke her but to kiss her so possessively that she forgets whose air she’s breathing, trying to instill in her that for as long as she lives, she won’t get rid of me.
Starting a steady rhythm, I get lost in the feeling of being inside her. I let my kisses trail along her neck, each one a promise of my affection, each touch a silent vow of my devotion.
Davina smiles, and I’m reminded again that her smile is the most dangerous thing about her—both breathtaking and devastating.
I almost break her in half when she pulls me close and whispers into my ear, “Stop being a gentleman and pick up the pace.”