Chapter 36
THIRTY-SIX
Rylan
I don't know how we make it back to my chambers without me stripping her down to nothing, my mouth devouring every inch of her body. But we do. Only just. And not without me stopping every chance we get, pushing her up against darkened doorways and secret alleys so that I can ravage her mouth.
Gods, that fucking mouth.
It's like it was moulded to fit perfectly to mine. Her kisses, hot and desperate, tell me she wants me as much as I want her. If that's possible. The desire for her is like a tempest building in the core of my chest, threatening to destroy everything in its path.
As we reach the hallway that separates the door to her room and mine, her step suddenly falters, and she looks at our respective doors as if she's making a choice. Fear streaks through me. Have I read it all wrong? Has my own need for her completely blinded me to what she's actually feeling?
"What is it? Do you... do you not want to... be with me?" I ask, hoping she can’t hear that her answer might wreck me.
She looks up at me, the softest smile on her already bruised lips. Already I want my mouth on hers again; every second I'm not kissing her feels like torture.
"No, it's not that. I was just wondering if you were the one who might want to rethink this. You're the crown prince, and I'm just... I'm a nobody from a peasant village with no title, no coin, nothing to my name. Why do you even want me? It doesn't make sense."
My heart cracks at her words, that she could be having these doubts. Did I put them there? With how I’ve been constantly pushing her away? Have I made this woman—this force of nature, this beautiful soul that already understands me better than anyone else in my life—question her value? I vow that she will never, ever question what she means to me again.
I tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, my hand finding the nape of her neck as I pull her against me, so there's no question how badly I want her. I whisper, "I have never wanted anything or anyone like I want you right now. And it's been building for so long. If you want to choose that door"—I point to her door—"instead of following me into mine, I will understand. It will kill me, but I will understand. But never, ever question how much I want you. And all the reasons I want you have nothing to do with any of the things you mentioned. I've been surrounded by titles and more riches than the gods could imagine, but none of it has brought me anything like you."
I lean in, tracing the column of her neck with my face, breathing in her scent, feeling it penetrate every one of my senses. Her hand finds my chest, and I pull back to look down at her face.
"Then I suggest you take me into your room, Your Highness, before we really give everyone something to talk about."
I reach behind me, open the door, and pull her in with me, kicking it closed, pressing her against the polished wooden expanse, my mouth crashing down on hers. Her lips instantly open under mine, inviting, luring... begging for my tongue in her mouth. I oblige, and the second the tips of our tongues touch, every cell in my body flares to life.
I pull away for just a second to look into her eyes but my eyes catch on the jacket she’s wearing. I roughly spin her around and tear it from her body, throwing it to the ground. “I don’t ever want to see you wearing my cousin Caelum’s fucking jacket ever again.”
She laughs, and it’s like a hand squeezing around my damn heart.
Turning back around, she grabs the front of my jacket and pulls me so that I’m pinning her hard against the door. Her neediness for me is the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable. “Do you really want to be talking about your cousin right now?” she whispers.
“I don’t ever want you talking about a man that isn’t me.” I crush her lips again, deep and hard, wondering if the need will ever be satiated. "Gods, Eira, I could do nothing but kiss you until the end of my days,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her lips curl against mine in a smile, and then she pushes on my chest. I step back, my mouth still attached to hers. You couldn't get me to stop kissing her on the threat of death. Huskily chuckling, she shoves harder until I have no choice but to break the kiss, only to see her tug at the laces of her bodice.
My mouth instantly waters.
"But, Your Highness, if you're just kissing me, I fear you might be missing out on so much else we could be doing," she teases as she pulls the laces through the last of the holes of her bodice, and it falls open.
She's not wearing anything underneath. Gods, could she be any more perfect?
Reaching forward, I pull the bodice from her body and drop it at her feet, her breasts bared to me. Her bravado of just a second ago seems to disappear as she lifts her hands to cover herself, watching me through hooded eyes as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, heat rising up her neck.
"Oh, sweetheart, absolutely not. You will never, ever cover yourself from me." I lean in, tracing a finger up her bare stomach and along the curve of her left breast. "Pull your hands away, Eirabella. Let me see you. You're so beautiful, I need to see it all."
My words embolden her, and when I step back, she drops her hands and fumbles with the laces of her skirt. Pressing against her, I help her, my tongue tracing along her bare shoulder blade, drawing a moan from her that makes me breathless.
Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “You’re going to shatter all over my tongue, do you hear me? I’m going to worship that sweet little clit of yours until you’re begging me to fuck you, and then I will. With my tongue.” I drag it down her neck and she shivers. “I’m going to fuck your dripping wet pussy with my mouth until you’ve given me every last drop of that sweet nectar, the delicious wetness I know you’ve been making just for me. Because your pussy needs to be prepared for my cock, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to see the heavens when you come. And you’re going to forget that any other man has ever touched you but me.”
Once I've loosened the laces, I fall to my knees, tugging her torn and wrinkled skirt down to the floor with me. She's bare under there as well. She's bare everywhere now.
"Lean back," I command. My hands grip her hips and don’t give her a chance to comply as I push her back against the door as I bury my face against the valley between her legs. Hands sliding down her inner thighs, I push her knees apart, spreading those delectable legs for me. Without another thought in my head, I press my mouth against her, my tongue pressing against her wetness.
The moan that fills the air makes me almost come on the spot. Grabbing her legs, I push them up over my shoulders so that my face is buried against her, and my tongue takes long, slow licks from her pussy all the way up to her clit.
“So deliciously wet for me. I can’t wait to swallow every. Single. Drop.”
"Rylan," she moans, and I never want to hear my name on anyone else’s lip ever again.
"You taste so fucking divine. Just like I knew you would. Just like I’ve been imagining you would taste," I whisper before I return my mouth to her, flicking the tip of my tongue against her sensitive spot, making her arch, pushing her back against the door and urging her hips harder against me. Grabbing handfuls of her hips, I help her rock against my tongue, quickening my assault on her clit. I need to hear her come undone from my touch. I need to know what she sounds like when she loses control, when pleasure explodes over her body from my worship of her.
Urging a finger inside her, my breath catches at how tight she feels, and my cock hardens even more at the thought that I’m about to feel that delicious tightness around me—and how I’m going to fuck her. How I’m going to make her forget anyone that ever came before me. Knowing she’s going to need me to prepare her, I press another finger into her, and she gasps .
"Oh, gods!" Her hands dig into my hair as she bucks against my hand.
My tongue presses hard against her clit, as I pump my fingers into her. Her wetness drips down my hand and I pull out, moving my tongue down to catch the moisture in my mouth. Cramming into her, her pussy tightens around my tongue and she whimpers, needing more pressure on her sweet aching clit. Driving my fingers back inside her, she cries out as my tongue flicks over her clit again.
“Rylan… fuck…. please…” she gently begs, her hands in my hair as she grinds against my face. Gods, she is so indescribably sexy. Every motion, every sound.
"Come for me, Eira,” I murmur against her. “Show me how good I make you feel. I need to hear you completely break apart.” My tongue swirls around her clit, drawing a desperate, begging gasp from her lips. “Come for me, so I can lay you down and fuck you so hard you’re going to forget anyone else ever touched you. And all you’ll feel is me, my hands, my mouth, my cock on you. I can’t wait to show you just how much I've wanted you for so long."
Holding her wide open, I wrap my lips around her clit, and she immediately comes apart.
“Holy gods!” She calls my name over and over, tremors wracking her body, and her legs lock around my neck as she arches, writhing from my mouth wrapped around her, my fingers deep inside her.
“More. Give it all to me. I could die with my tongue on you, with your sweet cum dripping down my face, down my throat.”
My cock pulses…drips, aching to join her.
When she finally stills, I gently lower her legs to the ground and stand, dropping my lips to hers, needing to feel that mouth against me. Lifting her off the ground, I wrap her trembling legs around my hips as I walk us to the couch.
Without releasing her mouth, I lay her down on the couch, kissing her deeply.
Her bare skin, covered in a delicious sheen of sweat, glows in the soft, flickering light of the fire, every inch of her a temptation that drives me wild. My heart pounds as I hover over her, her dark hair fanning out against the cushions, her body laid out before me like a gift I’ve been aching to unwrap for so long.
I pause for a moment, just looking at her, taking in every curve, every line of her body. She's perfect—more than perfect. And in this moment, she's mine.
"Gods, Eira," I whisper, my voice low and rough, "you’re everything I could ever want. So fucking beautiful. Every part of you."
Her lips part, her breath quickening as she meets my gaze. There’s something in her eyes, something both vulnerable and fierce, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she murmurs, her voice soft but filled with challenge, her fingers tracing over the peaks of her hardened nipples.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I lower myself on top of her, my body pressing against hers, feeling the heat radiating from her skin as I kiss her slowly, deeply. Her mouth, soft and warm, opens beneath mine, and I can taste the desire that matches my own. My hands explore her body, gliding down her sides, tracing every curve, every dip. I want to memorise the way she feels beneath me, to never forget this moment.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, tugging me closer, and I groan against her lips, the sound reverberating through both of us. I trail kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck, my breath hot against her skin. I can feel her pulse quicken beneath my lips as I make my way lower, savouring the taste of her, the way she arches into me, her body already trembling with anticipation.
“Rylan…” she breathes, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips. Her voice alone is enough to drive me to the edge of reason.
I pull back slightly, watching her for a moment, the sight of her lying there, breathless and wanting, almost too much to bear. My hands slide down her waist, gripping her hips as I settle between her legs, pressing a kiss to her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tighten beneath my mouth. Every touch of my lips against her skin sends shivers through her, and I feel her body responding to me, her back arching slightly, inviting me in.
She bites her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as I move lower, pressing a kiss just above the apex of her thighs, savouring the sound of her sharp intake of breath, the way her legs shift, parting slightly, inviting me closer. The scent of her earlier orgasm is driving me insane.
“Fuck,” the word comes out in an exhale. “Stop torturing me, and fuck me, Rylan.”
Her taste is intoxicating as I run my tongue over her clit again, slowly and deliberately, relishing the feel of her clit, still plump and soft from coming, a different sensation in my mouth. She gasps, her body tensing beneath me, her hips lifting, searching for more, needing more.
"Rylan… please," she whispers, her voice shaky, desperate. “I need to feel you, need you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”
I look up at her from between her thighs, seeing the way her eyes flutter shut, her hands gripping the cushions for support. I’m lost in the sound of her voice, the way she calls my name only fuels the fire already burning inside me.
The need to be inside her—to feel her completely, to make her mine in every possible way—is overwhelming. The fire that’s been building in my chest, the desire that’s been simmering between us for so long, is now blazing out of control. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to savour every second of it.
I push up onto my knees, tugging off my belt and undoing the laces of my trousers, my eyes never leaving hers. Her lips part slightly, and I can see the anticipation in her gaze, the way her breath hitches as she watches me strip away the last of my clothing. When I finally free myself from the confines of my trousers, her eyes drop, and I see her swallow hard, her cheeks flushed.
The sight of her like this—naked, vulnerable, and so utterly beautiful—sends a surge of possessiveness through me, a primal need to claim her, to make sure she knows she belongs to me.
Slowly, I crawl back over her, pressing my body against hers, skin to skin, the heat between us almost unbearable. The sensation of her bare body against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the tremor in her as she arches into me, needing the same thing I do.
“I’ve been wanting this… wanting you for so long,” I murmur, my voice rough with the weight of everything I’m feeling. “The amount of times I’ve woken up, my cock aching hard, my fist stroking me, imagining you’re riding me, taking me deep. You have no idea how badly I need you, Eira.”
Her lips part, her breath quickening as I press a kiss to her collarbone, then lower, trailing my lips across her skin, down the curve of her breast. She gasps as I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the sensitive peak, and the sound of her voice—soft and breathless—makes my head spin.
“Rylan…” she whispers, her body arching into mine, her hips shifting as if searching for more.
But I want her to ask for it, no, I want her to beg. I want her to tell me just how much she needs me, the way I need her.
“Beg me for what you want,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her skin as I trail kisses down her stomach. “Tell me how much you need me.”
The corner of her mouth curls up, and the mischief in her eyes thrills me. Her front teeth find her bottom lip and before I realise what she’s doing her hand reaches between us and she runs her fingertips over the length of my hardness.
“Oh gods,” I moan, my hips instinctively pressing forward against her hand, wanting more of her touch.
She doesn’t utter a word; she just keeps running her fist, lightly wrapped around me, up and down my cock, and I feel the tip leak with need.
“Eirabella,” I groan against her neck as I suckle her soft skin. “Say the words, tell me where you want me.” It’s a struggle to speak.
“Fuck. Me. Rylan,” she breathes, her fist squeezing, ridding my brain of any thoughts I might have left. “Please. Ram your cock in me. Hard, deep. Taking me. I need you to fuck me.”
The desperation in her voice sends a thrill through me, and I can’t wait any longer. Pushing her hand away, I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy and the heat of her makes my head spin. Without moving, I run my hands along her thigh and hook my arms under her knees, lifting her hips. And then, slowly, so slowly, I push inside her, inch by inch.
Her chest stills as if she’s holding her breath.
“Rylan…” there’s a strain to her voice, a reticence. She’s finding out just how thick I am. Gods she’s going to feel divine stretched around me.
I lean over, careful not to move my hips for the moment and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re doing beautifully. You just need to relax, it’ll help… help you take all of me. Just breathe, sweetheart. I know you can take it. ”
Eyes trusting, she nods, and I feel her relax around me, opening up for me.
“Fuck…” I gasp as I inch in, her wetness gripping me, sending pleasure shooting through my whole body. “There you go. See? I knew you’d make it fit. Knew you’d make room for me. You feel so good. Good girl…such a good girl…” I whisper, guiding her, as I push my hips forward, feeling her engulf me, until I’m fully seated within her.
She’s so tight around me, I might actually die.
She gasps, as I circle my hips, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her completely. The sensation of her surrounding me—so tight, so warm—sends a shudder through my entire body. It’s everything I imagined it would be, and more. So much more.
“Gods, Eira,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers as I try to catch my breath. “You feel so f ucking perfect.”
She whimpers softly, her hips rocking against mine, and her legs tremble in my arms as she adjusts to the feeling of me inside her. Her hands slide down my back, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, sending sparks of heat through me.
I start to move, slow and deliberate at first, savouring the way her body responds to mine, the way she tightens around me with every thrust. The sounds she makes—the soft gasps, the breathless moans—drive me to the brink of madness. I want to make her feel everything. I want her to know that she’s mine, that no one will ever make her feel the way I do.
“This tight little pussy is mine. All mine. Can’t you feel how perfect it feels wrapped around my cock?”
She gasps as I grind my hips against her, pressing into her as deeply as I can go, her nails digging into my back as I increase the pace, her hips lifting to meet each thrust. The sensation of her body moving against mine, the heat between us, it’s almost too much. I can feel the tension building in her, the way her body is trembling beneath me, and it only drives me harder, faster.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “This sweet little pussy was made for me. I need to feel your body come undone with me inside you, with my name on your lips.”
Her breath catches, her back bowing, arching her body into mine, and I can feel the tremor in her legs as she nears the edge. My hand slips between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as I thrust into her, each movement sending her higher and higher.
“Rylan…” she gasps, her body trembling beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she’s holding on for dear life.
She tightens around me, her body tensing as she teeters on the brink of release. The sensation of her so close, the heat of her body wrapped around mine, it’s almost too much to bear. I’m close too, so close, but I need to hear her first. I need to feel her come apart in my arms.
“Come for me, Eira,” I whisper, my voice rough with the strain of holding back. “Let me hear you completely break apart.”
And I fuck her. “You’re sex incarnate. It’s never felt like this. What are you doing to me?” I babble, losing my mind as I fuck her.
Pulling all the way out and slam back in, to the rhythm of my fingers circling her clit.
She arches and rakes her nails down me, and I know…she’s ready.
“Now, Eira, come for me now.”
And she does. Her entire body tenses, her nails leaving bloody half moon imprints of her climax, as she cries out my name, her orgasm ripping through her in waves of pleasure. The sound of her, the way she feels as she squeezes so impossibly tightly around me, is utter perfection. I grit my teeth, waiting for the last of her tremors to wrack through her, before I let go, and with one final thrust, I’m lost in her, my body trembling with the force of my release.
“Gods, I’m never ever going to be sated of my desire for you,” I cry, as I empty inside her, pleasure stealing me of all thought, all words.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the feel of her body pressed against mine, and the lingering heat between us. Slowly, I collapse onto the couch beside her, pulling her into my arms, holding her close as we both try to catch our breath. Her skin is still warm against mine, her chest rising and falling as she recovers, her head resting on my shoulder.
My fingers run through her hair, brushing it away from her face, as I press a soft kiss to her forehead. My heart is still racing, but there’s a calmness settling over me now, a peace I haven’t felt in a long time. The weight of everything that’s been building between us is gone, replaced by something far deeper, something I can’t put into words.
She shifts slightly, curling closer into me, her hand resting on my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my muscles. There’s no rush to speak, no urgency to break the silence.
I pull her tighter against me, pressing another kiss to her hair. “You’re more incredible than I could’ve even dreamed,” I murmur, a thickness in my chest I can’t explain.
She smiles softly against my skin, her breath sweet and warm. “I could say the same about you,” she whispers. “But then, you probably already knew that,” she teases with a wink.
I can’t help but laugh at that. And I know that there could never be any more perfect moment than this.