Page 39 of Lost Prince

“Why?”

She shrugs. “I have to work tomorrow?—”

“You work here. All the more reason for you to stay.”

"I don't have anything to wear in the morning. And what if someone sees me?"

I understand the real concern isn’t about clothes, but about being caught with me. I understand her worry, but I'm not ready to let her go just yet.

“We can go to your place, but as you can see, my bed is bigger, which will make it more comfortable for me to give you unspeakable pleasure. So much so, you’ll never want to leave.”

Her lips twitch upward as a lovely blush creeps across her cheeks.

"As for getting caught," I continue, pulling her closer, "I'll sneak you out before dawn. We'll be like teenagers sneaking around. Could be fun."

She laughs softly, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe, but admit it, you’re tempted."

Diana rolls her eyes, but I see acquiescence in her. "Fine, I'll stay. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you entirely."

"Deal.” I guide her to my bed, stripping our clothes along the way. I take my time exploring every inch of her body, discovering what makes her moan, what makes her sigh. And then she turns the tables, pushing me back, straddling my thighs as her handsand lips burn a trail along my skin. And then she takes me in, riding me to oblivion.

When we finish, I wrap my arms around her. As she relaxes into my embrace, I feel a sense of peace I haven't known in a long time. With Diana here, the demons that usually haunt my dreams seem far away. I fall asleep feeling more content than I can ever remember.

I wake up with Diana in my arms, her warm body pressed against mine. The room is dark, but I can see her face in the faint light seeping through the curtains. She looks so peaceful, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She is so fucking beautiful, the way her red waves fall around her face, the pink hue to her cheeks.

I can't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her skin against mine. I brush my fingers gently over her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She smiles, and it's like the sun breaking through clouds. Her warmth radiates through me, chasing away the shadows that usually linger in my mind.

I lean in, pressing my lips against hers in a slow, tender kiss. She responds eagerly, her hands reaching up to cradle the back of my head. The connection between us is electric. I feel alive in a new way.

I slide my hand down her back, feeling the curve of her hips, the swell of her waist. She moans softly, her breath hitching as I continue to explore her. Yes, my dick is hard and heavy, but I feel in control, so I take my time. I play with her nipple and then slide my hand down between her thighs, finding her wet.

“Were you dreaming of me?” I ask.

“Who needs a dream when you’re right here?” She closes her eyes, savoring my touch as I finger her pussy.

I watch her, the way her breath hitches, her lips part, her head tips back as I push her up and up in pleasure. And then her body arches, her mouth forming a perfect O as her orgasm slides through her. It’s so fucking amazing.

I move to cover her body with mine to take my own pleasure, but again she pushes me back. “One good turn deserves another.” Her fingers wrap around my dick and stroke, forcing me to surrender to her. So I do. I lie back, letting her touch me. She doesn’t seem put off by my scars. Scars that tell a story of a violent past. I wonder how I’m still alive.

She wraps her lips around the tip of my dick, and all thought rushes out of my head. There’s only the most incredible sensations as she sucks and licks until my balls contract.

“Fuck,” I moan as my hips buck up and I empty, coming in her hot mouth.

When my breath returns, I hold her. “We should stay here all day.”

She rests her head on my chest. “That would be nice, but I have to get to work.”

I wish I could tell her to quit and let me take care of her, but I know that won’t happen. “You can take a day off. Besides, work's overrated. Stay. I'll make it worth your while."

She laughs, disentangling herself from me and gathering her clothes. "Tempting, but I like my job. I want to stay on Anna’s good side. I already took a few hours off last night.”

"Tell her you’re polishing the family jewels," I suggest with a wink.

Diana throws a pillow at me. "Can I use your shower?”

I rest my hand behind my head. “Sure. Need help?”