“You taste even better than I ever imagined, Jasmine,” he said in a husky voice. “I could never get enough of you.”
She whimpered as the sinful sensation rippled up through her. “Duada…” she mumbled some unintelligible words as she threaded her fingers through his lush, silky hair. “Please… take me.”
He closed his eyes with a smile as though she’d just played a lovely note on the harp for him. “My dear,” he said, “do you know just how long I’ve waited to hear those words spill out of your lips?”
“I think there’s more you’d like to have spilling out of my lips,” she said cockily. His grip tightened on her thighs before he ravished her with his tongue again.
The strokes started coming hard and fast, as if he meant to extract everything desired from her in those motions. He was insatiable, and every lick and nip and bite made Jasmine’s back arch up into him, pressing herself into his mouth as much as she could bear to endure his delicious torment.
The dexterity of his tongue was unimaginable. It seemed like he was in two places at once, the tip of his tongue darting up against her clit and sending shockwaves up her body.
She hadn’t realized how tense she was. She was pent up. She was nervous. This felt so otherworldly, yet it was so familiar, so right. God, how she needed him, she realized. She was coming so close to feeling the fullness of her pleasure, but she needed something more—she wanted it to be special. “Duada,” she whispered urgently as he tormented her poor clit, knotting up the muscles inside her with the merciless flickering of his tongue. “Duada, I-”
“I do love how my name sounds on your lips, darling,” he said, his voice a purr that nearly made her spill over the edge.
“Duada,” she half-laughed, but his grip on her thighs was too strong to resist. “I want you inside me!”
She thought he was going to torment her more, but the prince stood up, obliging her wish. He removed his pants with fluid motion. Jasmine watched in awe at the sight of his cock. It, like the rest of his skin, was a beautiful golden tan with its dark crown bulging with need.
And no, he didn’t scare her.
She almost laughed if it weren’t for her ache for him. Silently, she cursed her traitorous body for giving into such lusts. But God, she couldn’t resist him. He might be capricious and impish, but he was the one man she really wanted.
“Jasmine,” he said, his voice husky as he leaned over her, and she gasped as his crown touched the surface of her pussy, its girth taunting her. “I want to show you how I could let you live.”
Jasmine let out a sharp cry as his cock penetrated her to the hilt, sheathing that hot, slick, throbbing flesh deep inside of her and filling her with a warmth that was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life. Instinctively, she tightened her muscles around his shaft.
The sensation was too good for words.
She closed her eyes, her heart dancing a tribal beat, skin flushing, almost feverish as their bodies became one. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, the lingering scent of his cologne drifted to her nose, giving her unimaginable comfort. She could feel his heartbeat pound as fast as hers was, and could hear the deep rumble in his chest and a groan escaped his masculine throat.
“Jasmine,” he whispered, voice was rough, dripping with lust. “You feel so goddamn good.”
She opened her eyes to meet the hauntingly gorgeous amethyst gaze that seeming to give off their own light as he looked down on her. He slipped his hand on her back and he pulled her closer into him. Heart to heart. Skin to skin. “I’m not dreaming, am I? You’re real, right?”
He laughed, a deep sound that reverberated through her whole frame. “Jasmine,” he murmured, “I’m the realest thing in this whole garden.”
Duada gently eased her onto her back on the grass. The sweet smell of fresh cut grass and rich earth wafted into her nostrils. Dew glistened on the tip of the green grass blades, cooling her heated skin. But inside her, a fire continued blazing. Being intimate with Duada was different. He filled her so deep she felt him in places she didn’t think existed before. If he moved… just one stroke, she was sure, she was a goner.
Her pussy clenched hard around his shaft. She creamed in excitement, making her slicker and wetter. “Duada…”
He straddled her, adjusting his position.
The friction caused new fire to burst. The wanton aches intensified. Having him like this as if the whole purpose of existence was to be with him. “Duada, take me…”
“Hmm? I didn’t hear the magic word?” he teased.
“Please?”
“That’s not the magic word.”
Jasmine swallowed hard. What was the magic word for mischievous being like him? Sometimes fae could be quite literal. “Fuck me, Duada. Fuck me hard.”
He gave her an indulgent smile. “Just what I have in mind.” He grabbed her hips and plunged down until his cock sheathed completely.
And just like that, an orgasm hit her hard.
She cried out and threw her head back, baring her throat to him. Duada grunted hard at the sign of her submission. He seized a handful of her hair in his fist as he fucked her with a series of battering thrusts. A different shade of pleasure burst out. She gasped. This was too fucking good, it left her speechless. New fire, hot and pure, seared her nerve endings with manic need. He wasn’t just delivering what she wanted, but he also possessed her entire body and soul, branding her with his lust.