Page 119 of Bitter Prince

I shifted so I could see him. The morning sunlight filtered through the yacht’s windows, throwing soft shadows on Amon’s face and highlighting his sharp cheekbones. Silk sheets rumpled around his waist, giving me a view of his smooth tanned skin stretching over his sculpted shoulder muscles and lean waist. His deep V cut beneath the sheets, an invitation to pick up my exploration of him. I forced my gaze up only to find his eyes waiting for mine. His look of pure male satisfaction sent butterflies erupting in my stomach.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Heat crawled over my cheeks.

“Morning,” I said breathlessly, pushing my wild curls behind my ear.

“You look good in that shirt.” Sometime in the night, Amon slipped his Cambridge college shirt on me. It fell mid-thigh, and when his eyes traveled down my body, they darkened. The heat spread from my face and down my body. “Are you sore?”

“Not too bad,” I said softly.

He regarded me with dark, hooded eyes. The clock ticked with a deafening sound, and the T-shirt suddenly felt too heavy.

The butterflies took flight again, soaring so high the velvety tips of their wings brushed my heart. My pulse drummed in my ears. I smoothed a clammy hand over my thigh, unsure what to do next.

It was a novelty waking up with a man in the bed.

Tentatively, I raised my hand to touch him but then left it hanging, unsure if it was okay. He took my hand and pressed my palm to his sculpted chest. The heat of his skin burned in the best way possible. I loved touching him, exploring his muscular body.

Slowly, I trailed my fingers lower down his ripped stomach, following the trail of hair to his pelvis until my fingertips brushed his base. A low groan vibrated from Amon as I watched his cock harden under my gaze.

His muscles tensed as he took a deep breath, regarding me with a hooded expression and lust in his eyes. I pushed up and straddled his thigh, delirious with the way he admired my body.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me bare for him. “It is now.”

My nipples hardened under his scrutiny and he reached for one, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. My back arched, pushing into his warm touch. That sweet spot throbbed and I felt a trickle of arousal coat my inner thigh.

I wet my lips before I touched his length, exploring it. Then I curled my fingers around his base, feeling him harden further under my touch.

His strong thigh pressed up to my still sensitive center, and I ground myself against him, biting my lip at the sensation between my thighs and his hands playing with my breasts, the pain from last night all but forgotten.

His hands trailed down my body and sent goosebumps scattering. My skin looked pale against his golden glow. I pumped his cock, studying his reaction. Nothing. He remained still except for the deep rumble in his chest.

My heart hammering, I flicked a hesitant look at him. His fingers tightened on my thighs—in encouragement or anticipation, I wasn’t sure—and his eyes grew so dark I could see his soul reflected in them.

I bent down, anticipation fluttering and flaring in every nerve ending as I took his tip into my mouth. He hissed through his teeth and cupped the back of my head, his fingers raking through my hair, moving it to the side.

“Fuck,” he gritted, his head falling back.

I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him lightly, trying to accommodate his length in my mouth as my hand worked his base.

I’d read a few of Athena’s descriptive oral sex scenes, but it was poor guidance for the real thing. My moves weren’t practiced and I felt like I was failing until I heard Amon hiss, “That’s it.” His hips shifted, his fingers flexing in my scalp. “Look at me when you suck my cock.”

My gaze flicked to him, finding him watching. It wasn’t that I never took Amon for being bossy. I knew he was. But something about his demanding tone and crude words set flames to my body in a way only he could extinguish.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he guided my head further down. His hips thrust up, pushing himself deep enough to hit the back of my throat.

I yielded to his pumps, taking as much of him as he demanded, his hand firm on my head.

At every upward thrust, I ground myself against his thigh, seeking my own satisfaction. I was so aroused, drunk on Amon’s hungry expression, that I feared he could ask anything of me and I would gladly do it.

Without a warning, he pulled out of my mouth on a groan and rolled me over, my back hitting the mattress.

A small squeal escaped me, my brows pulled together. “Why did you do that? You didn’t finish.”

“I’ll finish inside your pussy.” Holy shit, why was filthy talk out of my boyfriend’s mouth so hot? “But first, it’s time for my breakfast.”