FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Eight
His hands drifted down her rib cage to her hips. She slid her hand up and down his cock, reveling in the smooth hard feel of it, grinning when, every time she reached the tip, it jerked against her palm.
"My Kira."
She looked up. His expression was pained and his gaze held a shame that belied the confident strength he displayed. She didn't understand the shame, but the pained expression was universally male and had one interpretation.
"What do you want?"
"Your mouth on my cock."
Bingo. "I want your mouth on me," she said. "Whatever will we do?"
He got to his knees. Kira splayed one hand against the wall while using the other to grab Smenkare's hair. His tongue flicked against her clit and slid along the inner folds until he found her slick entrance.
