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What was I saying? Oh, yes. Why he was here. “What other reasons could’ve brought you to the manor?”

His finger swirled around my clit, causing me to tremor. “You ask many questions,na’laa.”

“I’m known to be very curious.”

“And stubborn?”

“Maybe that— ” I gasped as his head dipped suddenly. His warm breath on my skin was the only warning I had before his mouth closed over my nipple. I trembled as his tongue teased, sending shivers of pleasure racing through me. His hand came up to cup my other breast, thumbing the sensitive peak. A breathy moan escaped me. He then drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking deep and hard. I shook, crying out. He chuckled low in his throat, and the sound vibrated in the most wantonly delicious way.

He slowly released the throbbing flesh from his mouth. “Sorry,” he said, brushing his lips over the skin. “I wanted to know what your skin tasted like.”

My nails scraped against his hard flesh as I slipped my hand over his navel and underwater. “And what does my skin taste like, Your Grace?”

“Thorne,” he sighed, trailing a path of hot, wet kisses to my other breast. His tongue flicked out, tantalizing and wicked. “Your skin tastes of hunger and smells of . . .” His lips then coasted along the side of my throat, coaxing my head back. He didn’t need to. I was already giving him whatever he sought. “Cherries.”

“Cherries?”My fingers brushed against his cock. It had been a while since I finished a man. From previous experience, I judged that it wasn’t all that difficult; most men seemed rather easy to please. But this was a Hyhborn prince. I hesitated as I wrapped my hand around him, unsure.

“Your skin smells of the cherries that flourish in the meadows of Highgrove.” His other hand slipped from my breast and found mine beneath the water. “I bet your lips taste just as sweet.”

My breath snagged as his hand closed over mine. He tightened my grip on him and began to move my hand up his length. I exhaled a shaky breath as he throbbed against my palm.

“This is how I like it,” he told me, sending a shivery wave of heat through me as he drew my hand back down him. “Tight. Hard. You won’t hurt me.”

Swallowing, I nodded. His lips brushed my cheek as he let go of my hand. I kept going, my own breath coming in short, shallow pants as I moved my hand in tune with his fingers’ slow, idle caresses, gaining confidence in what I was doing.

Prince Thorne nipped at my lower lip, but didn’t kiss me as he drew his finger over the throbbing heat. “Have you ever done this?”

“Done what?”

“This.” His finger made another pass. “Servicedanother.”

“Of course,” I answered.

“Then how long have you been servicing others?”

“Long enough.”

That faint smile returned as more specks of white crowded his pupils. The effect was startling enough that I found it difficult to look away from. “You know what I think?”

My hips jerked again as his hand cupped me between the thighs. “What?”

His palm pressed against me, and my body reacted without thought, rubbing against him. “I think you’re lying to me.”

CHAPTER 16

In a very distant part of my brain, warning bells rang. They’d probably been ringing this whole time but I’d been too distracted to notice.

Prince Thorne’s fingers kept moving idly between my thighs and at my breast.“Na’laa?”

“I . . . I’ve never seduced a Hyhborn,” I managed, thighs trembling. “Or been seduced by one.”

“Both of those things aren’t necessarily true,” he said. “You seduced me in the shower, and you were so very close to being seduced then.”

“I don’t believe that counts.”

“It doesn’t?” His fingers closed over the peak of my breast, sending a bolt of pleasured pain through me. “So . . .” He drew the word out as the finger he ran along me didn’t make an idle pass, but stopped, slipping into me. Not deep, but the shallow intrusion still was a stunning, acute shock, wringing a soft cry from me. “If it was my cock inside you instead of my finger?” That finger retreated until he nearly left me, and then he reclaimed the scant fingertip length. “Moving through this tight, hot heat of yours?”

Each breath I took felt like it went nowhere as his finger moved slowly, steadily— as his hand shifted and his thumb brushed over the nub of flesh just above his finger.