When the prince’s mouth ground deeper against her breast just as the head of his cock reached the edge of her womb—-
It was all over, and the words tumbled past her lips.
“S-so gooooood.”
Her eyes rolled back as she started to come for a second time, and oh, it felt so much more powerful than the first, with the prince continuing on to eat her breast while his cock shoved in and out of her, making her pussy tremble with every stroke.
It was so, so good that she couldn’t stop herself from crying it out over and over, like a chant that had to be said—-
“So good.”
“So good.”
“So good.”
And then she felt the prince growl, just a second before she felt his orgasm exploding inside her, his cum filling her, and oh God, it became a hundred times better, and she clutched on to him tightly, her eyes squeezing shut.
If only this moment could last forever.
****
When Fawn woke up, she sleepily stirred, and her hand fell on an empty side of the bed. Panic seized her in an instant, and her eyes flew open.
But the prince was really gone.
She sat up and found the prince’s shirt lying discarded on the floor. It was still there, she told herself, and that was a good thing. Right?
The sight of his shirt taunted her, as if telling her that in a perfect world she would have all the confidence to wear it so the prince could tell her she looked good in it—-
But this was not a perfect world, and she was terrified at the prospect of discovering that the prince was indeed gone.
After shrugging into a bathrobe that hung well past her knees, she padded out of the bedroom, and that was when she found the prince on the sofa, in the middle of a conversation with Noah and Igor.
Oh.
The two immediately stood up at the sight of her, greeting her with a polite “signorina.” On the other hand, there was nothing respectful at all about the way their eyes were gleaming in knowing amusement, and she turned red.
It was pretty obvious they knew this was her first night with the prince...but how did they know so?
The prince released a little sigh at the look of bewildered consternation on Fawn’s face. How innocent she really was, he mused. One look at her, and it was fairly easy for anyone experienced to tell that she had her first time—-
And that first night was with him.
The thought was deeply satisfying, but more than that, it also made something inside him...soften. It was a disturbing realization, and for one moment, the prince found himself considering pushing her away just as he had before—-
Get out.
Get the fuck out—-
But then the prince caught sight of Fawn gazing at him searchingly, her uncertainty evident on her pale face, and he heard himself say, “Come here, Fawn.”
Relief flashed in her eyes, and the sight of it created a curious ache in his chest. He watched her hurry to him just like a young awkward fawn, and when she reached his side, she came to an abrupt clumsy stop, eyes wide, as if unsure of where to place herself.
Another sigh escaped the prince, but it was more irritated this time. He could feel his men’s interested gazes turning towards him, and he knew exactly what they were thinking.
What they were talking about was stuff that he didn’t even let his own friends hear of, and yet-—
What fucking choice did he have?
He yanked her down, making her sit next to him, and turning to his men, who were openly smirking, he snapped, “Stop looking at me like that if you don’t want to be fired in the next second.”
Fawn gasped. “Prince!”
But Noah and Igor didn’t seem to mind. “Yes, sir,” the two said politely, and since they were no longer allowed to smirk, they laughed instead.
He scowled at Fawn. This was all her fault. Why must she constantly make him do such embarrassing things?
Seeing the look of irritation on the prince’s gorgeous face, Fawn protested, “What did I do?”
“Causing trouble,” the prince muttered, “like you always do.” He turned back to his men. “How many girls to teach a lesson to?”
When Fawn gradually came to understand what they were talking about, worry filled her, and she couldn’t stop herself from gnawing on her lip. She knew she had no right to interfere, and yet—-
“Because of the number of men we had to leave behind at the compound, we’re a bit shorthanded now,” Noah was saying. “I can take the lead for Girl #1, Igor on the second, but the third...”
The prince started to speak.
“Can’t you skip this?” Fawn blurted out.
The prince slowly turned towards her.
Uh oh. Had she just butted her head in where it didn’t belong? But if she hadn’t, it would mean the prince getting involved, and she really didn’t think it was right.
Seeing that the prince was waiting her to speak, she stammered, “Why not d-delegate? You must be tired, after...stuff.”
The prince glared at Fawn. Did she realize she was practically insinuating he could only do one round of sex?
Noah and Igor were nodding in sympathy. “That’s right, sir. If signorina thinks you’re tired, then, of course—-”
“One more word, and I’ll kill you.”
The two shut up, but they also started smirking silently at the same time.
Fuck.
He looked at Fawn again, saying flatly, “I have no choice. I can’t just set this aside—-”
“I’m not asking you to set it aside for me,” she said in a small voice. “I was just thinking that with your problem with Davos, that should be darkness enough for you to handle. I don’t think you need to be personally involved in another person’s nightmare.”
Ah.
The prince murmured to Igor and Noah in Greek, and when
