Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(81)

He was so afraid he was going to ruin me. But I knew he would ruin me in the best of ways.

“I don’t want you to hurt.” I stroked my hands down his hard sides, my touch light as a feather.

“It just reminds me I’m still alive.” His head dropped, his mouth finding my breast, and my back arched as his lips traveled slowly across it, inching ever closer to my nipple. “After all, I’m my father’s only heir. He can’t get rid of me.”

Something about those words almost worked a memory loose from my mind, but I wanted to be in the moment, so I laid the thought aside for now. His mouth enveloped my nipple, his tongue tweaking and teasing. His mouth was hot, and as my hips rolled against his, my hands stroked up his chiseled arms to his shoulders, a little harder, a little more forgetful.

One of his arms slid around my lower back, yanked my hips up abruptly to his. His cock pressed against my opening insistently, but he ignored it, his lips on my throat. He nuzzled his nose against the bottom of my ear, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself needily against him. It wasn’t until the next second I realized I might hurt him, but as soon as I tried to pull away, he caught me closer.

“None of that,” he whispered into my ear.

Then he launched an all out war against my self-control, nibbling my throat, my ear, his hands circling my thighs, dangerously near my clit before he pulled away. My body hummed hotter and hotter. His lips on mine seemed to burn as we traded kisses.

Finally, I pushed him down on the bed, threw my leg over his waist to straddle him. It must have hurt, but he just looked up at me with warmth lighting his eyes. His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my red curls. He yanked my face down to his, the two of us trading more kisses as his cock brushed between my thighs until I couldn’t bear it anymore.

I ground down on his hips, and his shaft filled me as I bit my lower lip. His thumb stroked over my cheek, studying me with an expression that seemed fond—right before he nipped my lower lip with his own teeth.

I pulled away, riding him slowly, trying to take my turn tormenting him since he had tormented me so thoroughly. I threaded my fingers through my hair and pushed it away from my face, arching my back subtly to push my breasts into his face, and he watched me as if I were a queen.

I rode him slowly, feeling the press of his cock against my clit every time I rolled my hips forward at his base. When he groaned my name, I felt the rumble in his chest against my knees and thighs, and it made me twitch around him. There was power in making the dragon prince come to pieces.

“Honor,” he said, his fingertips sinking into my thighs as he tried to resist the pull of his orgasm. He sounded commanding even then.

I rode him faster, taking a second every time I came down, feeling so full of his big cock, to roll my hips forward, pushing the base of his cock against my clit, feeling how much that pause destroyed both of us. A muscle ticked in his jaw; he was trying to hold back, and I just moved faster. His fingers dug into my thighs hard enough to hurt, and I loved it.

“Honor,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and dragging me against him, hard, as he emptied inside me. His lips parted, his face tight with pleasure, his abs rippling.

As soon as he’d spilled over, I started rocking my hips against his, feeling the way his big cock filled me, the way he massaged my clit. My body flushed hot, my toes curling against the sheets. I arched my back, my fingers tangled in my hair as I squeezed around him over and over, as I fell over the edge myself. I let out a long, low moan, my channel squeezing him rhythmically as pleasure flooded my body.

Then he pulled me down beside him, kissing me, his hand sweeping up my thigh—I pulled away, my clit sore and throbbing—but he was relentless, finding my clit and teasing me until, despite myself, my thighs parted, inviting him in. He climbed over me, pressing my thighs open, his body braced above mine.

“I want all of you, Honor,” he murmured.

I caught his cheek with my hand; there was a day’s dark stubble across his sharp jaw. “We don’t get all of each other. You know that. Not for one night.”

His amber eyes locked with mine, and I could’ve counted the specks of gold. His nose was long and straight, his lips pink with a surprising softness above the hard jaw. I never got to be this close to him, this long, and I tried to drink him in, to get enough of him to last.

I knew it wouldn’t. I craved him, even when I was trying to be Lucien.

His lips plundered my throat, my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips; his hands were hot as they stroked every inch of my skin. I let myself let go, think of nothing but him, feel nothing but him. I moaned in his ear, and his cock pressed against me as if the sound made him even harder.

He thrust inside me, his face against mine, the two of us gasping together as if we couldn’t get enough. This time, I came first, felt him shatter after me.

When he was still buried deep inside me, when I was still breathing heavily, he kissed my cheek sedately. His eyes were half-lidded as he studied my face, and it reminded me of how I’d tried to memorize his face earlier.

“I don’t want to forget how you look right now,” he murmured.

I didn’t want to be reminded this was our goodbye. It couldn’t be—a life without the cocky, maddening dragon prince seemed like it would be dull, as if I’d spent the rest of my life wishing to relive an adventure.

“I know this is a bad idea,” I teased. “You don’t need to keep reminding me.”