She didn’t answer.
“Fawn?”
Grimacing, she admitted reluctantly, “I just don’t want to accidentally touch your...” She paused.
The frustration in her brown eyes was all the clue he needed, and he said slowly, “Are you talking about my...err...conana?”
“Stop calling it that!”
His eyes widened. He was actually right? So that meant...she really was trying to lower his fly without touching his cock? For one moment, the prince could only stare at her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to figure that out even in a hundred years.
“It’s not that weird,” she mumbled defensively.
“It is,” he said bluntly.
“It’s not,” she insisted. “It just d-doesn’t feel right, like it’s cheating. I think I should only touch...it...when—-stop laughing!”
But the prince couldn’t stop. Dio. Fawn was simply out of this world, the prince thought, and he would never want her any other way.
“It’s not that funny,” she protested even as she finally managed to pull the zipper down.
“It is,” he assured her.
“It’s not.” She worked on his pants and briefs next, which were a lot easier, and in no time at all, his engorged and rigidly aroused—-
No more hiding behind the truth, Fawn Cornwall.
With what you’re about to do, you need to learn to say it.
Fawn mentally squared her shoulders.
I am staring at the prince’s c-c-c-c-cock.
The prince’s erection twitched violently, and the sight was more than enough to have her folds slowly get wet.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
This was the prince’s cock she was staring at—-
“Fawn?” The prince’s voice was hoarse. It was both heaven and hell to have Fawn staring so intently at his erection, and his fists clenched against his sides as he forced himself to wait for Fawn to make the next move.
Realizing that she would lose her courage if she allowed herself to continue dithering, Fawn took a deep breath—-
Don’t overthink.
She took hold of the prince’s cock with one hand—-
The prince’s breath came out in a hiss.
Fawn lowered her head.
His eyes widened. “Fawn—-”
Her mouth closed over his cock.
The prince groaned.
Fawn began to suck.
“Fuck.” His fingers instinctively drove through her hair. “Fuck.”
The raw need in the prince’s words had her sucking harder, and the prince’s groans turned into a growl of agonized pleasure.
“God. Fawn. Fuck.”
Her tongue laved around the head of his cock, and the prince’s ass arched off the bed. His grip on her tightened, and when she continued licking the head of his cock, the prince couldn’t stop himself.
He began to pump his hips up to meet the up-and-down movement of her head, wanting to get more and more of his cock inside her sweet, tight mouth.
Soon, the sucking sounds that Fawn made with her mouth were the only thing that could be heard in the room, with the prince left to gritting his teeth as he fought to control himself from fucking her mouth hard—-
But then he felt her small, soft hands curl under his hips just before her fingers dug into his ass, clutching them hard as she slowly ran her tongue along the slit on the head of his cock.
His control snapped.
“Goddammit, Fawn.”
And then he was fucking her mouth hard, thrusting his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and goddammit, but he could no longer stop, the pleasure taking over him. He could feel her fingers digging deeper into his ass as she tried desperately to accommodate the length of his erection, but even with her struggling he couldn’t stop himself.
The prince thrust in and out, pounding her mouth with his cock—-
Fawn squeezed his ass hard, and her mouth mirrored the action, her lips closing tightly around his cock.
The prince came with a roar, and his cock jerked violently inside her mouth as it released a strong, heavy load of cum down her throat. He came hard and long, a part of him expecting her to pull away and throw up on the amount of cum filling her mouth.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she swallowed every fucking drop, her throat working furiously, and when his cock finally twitched one last time, he felt her licking him dry—-
Goddammit.
When she released his cock with a popping sound, he hauled her to him, and she tumbled against his chest with a gasp. His arms tightened around her, and he said hoarsely, “You were magnificent, parthena mou.”
She mumbled something incoherently, and he laughed, drawling lazily, “You’re being cute again.”
Fawn let out a moan of pure embarrassment.
Now that it was all over and her senses were slowly returning, she just couldn’t believe she had actually done that.
Was this how true love worked, she wondered dizzily.
All these years, the only love she had known was what she had felt for Grant, and it was the kind that made her heart skip but never made her heart ache. It had been the kind that was both sweet and immature, tender because it was untested.
It was love that had been born out of infatuation and the need to have someone to lean on, and she had always been the one who needed, and Grant always the one who answered the need. He had never made Fawn want to protect him or keep him safe—-
The thought made her mind reel harder, and she drew an uneven breath, feeling like she was about to explode with the way her heart was spinning out of control inside her chest.
How funny and strange it was, she thought numbly, that it was the Prince of Darkness who made her feel like she wanted to be the strongest woman in the world, just so she could protect him.
When the prince finally lifted her off, Fawn didn’t hesitate, quickly crawling under the covers and pulling it all the way over her head, not wanting the prince to see her face while she was still feeling too vulnerable and exposed.
She loved the prince, yes, but love didn’t make her stupid.
She also knew that the prince didn’t love her back—-
Yet, Fawn reminded herself forcefully.
After dressing himself, the prince stood up, and glancing at Fawn,
