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I t took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark, my entire body easing into a dull ache as I stretched carefully. Fallon was unmoving behind me, his soft snores the only sound coming from him. Eirik and Adrian were much the same, with Adrian curled around Eirik's back and Eirik laying a loose arm over my body, holding me to him.

It was comfortable, safe, but the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, a cold sweat pooling as my sleep haze slowly cleared.

Prince was nowhere to be found.

I jolted, trying desperately to stop myself from waking the others, as my heart rate skyrocketed. My breath hitched as I searched the room, hunting for him like I had the night after the incident at the hot spring. The night I'd lost him.

Please.

"He's out in the living room. He was having trouble sleeping," a voice whispered, a point of calm in my steadily increasing anxiety.

Osiris sat by the side of the bed, my hand still tucked carefully in his.

He watched me with a hooded gaze, his shoulders tense as he looked me up and down. The heat that I'd grown so used to finding in the depths of his mismatched blues was there, hiding behind the worry that glazed them over. His shoulders stayed tense as he let out a shaking breath.

I'd seen him every way I'd thought possible, from facing Kali to grappling with the loss of his brothers … reading to me in our warmly lit library, holding me as I cried over the loss of Prince. But this was different, something I couldn't place.

I crawled my way out of the pile of bodies until I was standing in front of him.

"Osiris?" I pressed gently, and he swallowed. "Is everything all right?"

He reached for my hand again, rubbing a shaking thumb against the back of it.

"What will you do now, lux mea ?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss where he'd touched. His cold lips sent a shiver down my spine, one that raced directly into the muscles of my heart and the flush of my cheeks. "Prince has returned to you. Would you still have us?"

My words caught as he leaned forward and took a deep breath. It was strange for him to do so, the action almost foreign to me now.

"Would you still have me?" He whispered it so low I could barely hear it.

Like he'd expected me to turn him away, as if that were the only option he could see. It had never even been considered, not now, not after everything we'd been through.

Osiris was a piece of me I'd never be rid of. I loved Prince, for everything that he'd been for me, for being my rock and my best friend. Just like I loved the rest of them, each filling a gap in my soul that had been carved open like they were made to fill the slot.

"Always, Osiris," I whispered as his fangs dropped, and he shivered. His power pulsed in the room, reminding me of the man I was in front of. He'd lived far more lifetimes than I could imagine and had brought my demons to their knees. He'd fought for me, killed for me … He was mine . "As long as you'd have me, too."

I waited for him to pull back, for the drag of his kiss against my forehead, the intimacy that I knew he was comfortable with. The moment his lips molded to mine, a delicate dance of fire and ice, I melted. I'd been without him for so long, wondering if this was what he'd even wanted, and finally getting to taste him again after what had happened soothed me.

He pulled back too soon, setting his forehead against mine as his huffed breaths cooled against my wet lips.

"You are my light, Aaliyah. I never want to face a night alone without you again," he whispered. "And you are Nero's queen. He needs you right now."

His eyes trained on the door, and he let go of my hand.

I hummed, cupping his cheeks like he'd done to me so many times. I kissed his forehead, not wanting to let go of him just yet. He relaxed into the hold. "Thank you, Osiris."

His lips tilted, the small adoring smile never leaving as he gently ushered me to move. I walked carefully out of the room, glancing back just once to catch Osiris's sure gaze.

The floors were cold, much like the day I'd first woken in their home. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

I trailed my hand along the door as I slid it closed, smiling when Red stretched out next to me, moving slowly around me, as though he were waking up as well. I turned, facing the living room and expecting to find it as I had before we'd gone to sleep, but it looked … wrong. The kitchen was bigger now; the cabinets seemed to stretch an extra couple feet high, with new appliances that I would have sworn hadn't been there before. The entire area was more spaced out, more comforts strewn through the previously desolate room, with a couple extra doors added on. Like it had changed to match us.

"Odd, isn't it?" Prince asked.

I'd never get used to the sound of his voice. It was rugged, lit with a husky tinge and a masculine grunt as he thrust the heavy sword in his hand forward, before bringing it down in a sure arch. He was shirtless, and the well-defined muscles that splayed across his chest and abdomen that I'd only dreamed of seeing were suddenly all I could see. They were a masterpiece etched into his skin, like the scars that matched the very sword he wielded. His hair whipped around his head, his eyes focused like wells of molten silver, his mouth open in exertion as he swung again in a move so practiced it looked like the blade was an extension of himself.

My jaw dropped, and I couldn't have looked away if I'd wanted to. He said something, taking a step toward me, twirling the sword up so the blunt face of it sat against his shoulder.

"Aaliyah?" He was in front of me now, close enough that I could see the heaving of his chest. I reached up, pressing my hand to the skin on instinct rather than replying to my name. That was only fueled by the spark that lit under my palm, a heat that traveled lazily over my skin before ending in my core.

Prince chuckled, pressing his hand over mine when I stayed silent.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I mumbled, my cheeks heating as I shook my head.

Lust wasn't new to me, not anymore, but I was off center with Prince. I'd spent most of my life loving him, at least the life I could remember, and now that he was here, I wasn't able to separate those feelings from then to the man that was in front of me now.

He was alive … but he was also missing his memories. There was a chance this wasn't what he wanted. A chance that I wasn't what he wanted.

"Now, I know I'm quite the looker, but at least pretend you like me for more than just my body." Prince's smile turned sinful as he washed that worry clean away. His fingers grabbed my chin, tipping my head up so I was looking him in his silver eyes. "Not that I mind you liking that, too."

Right, Prince could talk now, and I had to remember that meant he could say things that made my thighs clench. That didn't unscramble my brain like I wished it might have. I was still too focused on the mischievous curl to his lips and the little beads of sweat that painted his skin.

What had he said? Something about the room?

"It is odd," I mumbled, suddenly needing to look away from him, embarrassed by the unapologetic ogling. "Just another one of those things the Eternium does?"

"Something like that, I think," he said, whispering something else as I kept my head down.

Prince's sigh drew my attention back up to him, and he took a step back, my hand dropping away from his chest. The distance, the lack of contact, squeezed my heart.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I swear, it's like my words have a mind of their own." He ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Prince?" I asked as his head tipped back, and he swallowed. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes closing as he swung the sword down, planting the tip into the floor.

"I love you," he blurted out, without any warning. My stomach erupted into a sea of jitters, butterflies alive and well as my jaw dropped. Prince's eyes opened again, all fire. " That's what I meant to say. What I've wanted to say for as long as I've been back, and I'm sure for decades before that. I love you, Aaliyah. More than any life I've ever had, and that I can promise."

He raised a fist, thumping it on his chest like a solemn vow. I tried to get something out, to break in, but he kept going.

"I understand if you don't feel the same, if now that I'm alive you don't want me, that's fine. I'll always be by your side, forever . Your knight in astral armor, okay?" His voice cracked.

There was a fragility in the sudden slouch of his shoulders. I'd always struggled with words, fought them with every whisper of a mantra that still burned in the back of my mind, telling me to stay quiet … all I wanted to do now was to speak, but I couldn't seem to get anything out.

"I just—" he said, and something about how he stood, looking almost defeated, got me moving.

I couldn't speak … but words had never been needed between us.

I was on him then, literally diving into his arms. The sword clattered to the ground, and my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands going around his neck as I took his lips like I'd imagined for so long. There were few things in this world I loved more than the man that moved to catch me.

I dragged my hand back, touching every inch of skin I could before I settled on his chest, above the heavy beat of his heart, my ring and pinky finger tucked in. I kissed him that way, hung in his arms like I was a gift, the symbol of our love trapped between us.

The taste of him, the smell, the beat of his heart under my palm, it was so overwhelming that tears came to my eyes.

Prince was here. He was alive .

"I love you, too," I finally managed, the words choked and anything but perfect, but they were real, and they were mine. I spent so many years trapped in the silence of my cell, in my own head, and I wouldn't let it steal my voice from me again. I pulled back, just to go back in for another kiss. This one slower, giving me more time to enjoy the softness of it. His hands tightened where he held me, fingers digging into my hips. "I love you, Prince."

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear that," he whispered against my lips. " My Aaliyah."

I was obsessed with the way he said my name.

"Say it again?" I begged, leaning in so my head was tucked into his shoulder, against his neck.

"Say what?" His question vibrated me, and I tightened my legs around him, suddenly aware of how close he was. Of the press of his hands and the hot fan of his breath against my neck. His skin was cold, but the little sparks that I'd gotten so used to at his touch had lit me ablaze. My cheeks flushed with it.

When I didn't respond, he kissed that spot, murmuring something that sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

"My name. Say it again," I managed, and his chuckle echoed.

One of his arms stayed bracketed around my hips, holding me up as the other came to my hair. His fingers threaded through it, his tanned skin contrasted against the white strands as he pulled back and molded our mouths together in a savage dance.

He had me gasping, grinding against him as his tongue worked me into a frenzy, dipping and teasing my mouth until my head was spinning. He tasted like a fire meant to mold steel, sharp and addictive, and he burned like it too. No matter what happened, my life would be forever changed by this moment.

When he pulled back, I fought to follow him. He stopped me with the hand in my hair, keeping me steady as he looked me in the eye. His expression softened into one I'd seen so many times, the loving look he used to have when he thought I wasn't watching. The kind that he'd give me when I knew he was letting me win a game, or when he was telling me a story with the wild flicks of his hands in our makeshift language. Now, he gave me that look openly, letting me bask in every second of it.

"Aaliyah," he whispered finally, leaning in and adoringly kissing one of my cheeks, his soft lips lingering.

I tightened around his waist, trying to get closer.

"Aaliyah," he breathed, like it was the only word he ever needed again, as those lips traveled along my jaw.

He met my growing need with his own, taking my movements in stride as he helped to anchor me to him.

"Aaliyah," he praised, a purr in my ear, and I melted, losing what I was to him.

All the lust and love blended into one. I was touching him; I was kissing him, and he met me every step of the way.

"Prince," I whispered, shuddering as his hips flexed at the sound of his name, my name for him. The name I gave him.

"Yes, my queen?" he asked, reverence in his words, a devotion that showed in how he came back to me.

"You know how I feel about the others?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at the door that separated us from them. The other Vivas brothers, the other men who held my heart. Prince didn't push me away, like my brain was telling me he might, instead using the moment to pull us closer. His nose rubbed against mine, and I sighed into his touch. "You still want me, even though I love them too? I can't let them go, Prince. I can't?—"

"Aaliyah, I'd never take you away from them. I'd kill anyone that tries," he said, a breath of fierceness with the promise. "We're Vivas, and those bastards are as much mine as they are yours."

His words warmed me like his hands still tracing my sides, setting me at ease. I hummed, focusing on the way he'd said my name. The breathy whisper, the little sharp intonation at the end of it that spoke to an accent I couldn't dream to place.

In that moment, I knew he'd do whatever I asked. He'd let me down, come back with me so we could sleep with the others, who were only a door away. He'd kiss me silly until the only thing I could think of was his name. He'd dance. He'd fight. He'd kill.

Tonight, I just wanted him .

"Prince, I need you," I whispered into the crevice of his neck, before peeking up to see his face again.

I didn't think his eyes could get any more savage, but the way the silver deepened, his pupils blowing out, told me I was wrong. His hips flexed again, this time seemingly involuntarily as he groaned. His head tipped back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. I felt his restraint in the way his hands shook, the one still in my hair tightening enough that a burst of pleasure-lined pain had me whimpering.

"You have me, always. Just tell me what you want me to do," he said, giving me an out, a path to something different, but I wanted this with him. He was my first love, and I loved the others with as much ferocity, but I needed this with him, this moment, this feeling. I'd spent so many sleepless nights by his side, begging for just one touch.

Now he was here, and I almost couldn't believe it.

"Make me yours," I whispered. "I need you to prove that this is real."

We were moving then, his long strides taking us to one of the doors that had appeared while we'd slept. It was another room, this one filled with books and swords I was sure I'd take the time to admire later. The rustic charm and earthy tones lit it up, like it had been handcrafted for Prince.

He walked me carefully over to the bed, laying me down on the silken black sheets. He was already shirtless, flexing as I reached my hand out to touch him, skimming his taut abdomen. His head tipped back again, his jaw clenching as the strain in his pants jumped where he was pressed flush to my core. The length of him was intimidating, the heat of it making me gasp.

"How far have you gone?" he asked, breathlessly.

He hovered over me, his hands planted on either side of my head, encasing me with him. Surprisingly, it didn't scare me. Maybe it was because it was Prince, or maybe because I was so worked up, my brain didn't have the time to question why I should be scared.

"Just touching," I said, blushing at the words.

Milo had kissed Nero today, and it didn't take a lot to guess that Nero had been experienced before he'd died, before he became my Prince. I almost felt inadequate at the thought, unsure what to do with myself, but that was washed away as Prince leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to my lips again. He released a desperate groan that made his entire body shake as he slid a hand down my bare stomach.

"I'll take care of you, Aaliyah," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the feverish flesh right above my belly button. "Forever."

He followed his hands with his lips, trailing down my stomach, but he never let his eyes fall away from mine, keeping me entranced by him until he was kissing the black satin of my panties, grazing his teeth along the top.

He dipped his fingers into the sides, easing the soft silk off me as I lifted my hips for him. He mumbled something, sounding like a prayer as he dipped his head away from my eyes for the first time. Liquid fire suddenly burned there, as he teased a finger from my thigh, up, and up …

It was delicious torture when he finally reached my core. The tip of his finger slid over the sensitive skin of my entrance, dipping in just a touch. His eyes closed, and he groaned when he realized how wet I already was. Suddenly, he was moving back, sliding over the edge of the bed and dragging me with him. His knees hit the floor with a thud, and I was pulled until his face was level with my sex.

The position allowed him to put my legs firmly over his shoulders, with him bending so my heels could dig into his back. The position felt startlingly vulnerable, and I nearly jumped off the bed when his tongue dipped inside of me. It was so fast I didn't even have the time to be nervous about it. There was no careful exploration as his hands gripped my hips and kept me anchored to him, his touch like worship, his tongue offering a sacrifice that I was all too eager to accept. It didn't take long for the pleasurable hint of climax to build in me, sending me soaring toward the edge of rapture before I could even begin to comprehend how close I was.

The orgasm had me writhing and whimpering in his sure hold. Still, he didn't let up, pulling his mouth away just to attach to my clit, toying with the bud as he slid a finger into me, not moving, just applying a gentle pressure to a spot inside of me that made me see stars. I was still in shock, trembling from the last orgasm, as he dragged me through it, almost into another one.

"Prince," I whimpered, and the sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl as he doubled down. He added another finger, stretching me even more, a light pressure building as his tongue worked its magic.

"Don't stop, say it again," he groaned, out of breath. "Say my name, Aaliyah."

I reached for his hair, digging my hands into the unruly, red-tinted locks, desperate to keep him on me and push him away all at the same time as his name spilled from my lips with a cry. Another wave of pleasure, and I was left crumpled on the bed, breathing so hard I swore I was going to pass out.

Prince just looked up from between my legs, looking pleased with himself as he licked his lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered as he sank his finger deeper at the same time, making me twitch and groan again.

Even with the smug look on his face … God, I'd never get tired of hearing him speak.

He slid his hand away before he stood slowly, carefully removing my legs from his shoulders. I inched back up the bed, and that shine of brutal silver in his eyes grew languid, soft, as he looked me up and down.

He was heaving breaths, the pupils in his eyes nearly fully blown, and I didn't miss the fangs that had dropped. He shook, flexing one hand, running the other through his hair. His entire body tensed as he did, the muscles at his side trembling as he tried to level his breathing.

He strained against the front of his pants, a small wet spot there making my mouth water. He looked rabid, like he might descend into madness and devour me. I wanted him to, so he might get as lost in me as I was in him.

He still paused to ask, "You sure?"

I didn't say anything, sitting up. I reached behind me and unclasped the bra, baring myself entirely, before I crawled my way over to him. It was embarrassing, and I knew I was blushing when I finally reached him, close enough that I could set my hand on his chest. He didn't move, his breath hitching as his head tipped back. I traced my way down his smooth skin, lingering on the hints of scars that stood against strong muscle. When I reached the divots at his hips, I toyed with them, engrossed in the noises he made when I touched him. Groans that started in his chest and ended in cries so full they were almost pleading.

When I reached the waist of his pants, I looked up, catching his eyes, which were already back on me. He cursed behind clenched teeth when I ran my palm against his clothed length, urging me to move as I unbuttoned and slipped them slowly over his hips, taking his underwear down with it. He helped me, shrugging them the rest of the way off until I was face to face with him.

He was built like the Roman warrior I now knew he was. Savage, strong, and viciously breathtaking. I hadn't expected him to be so … large . In every way. His legs were well defined, solid muscle that flexed when I brushed my hand across his thigh. When I let myself look at the length that I'd been pressed against, I shivered.

He was long and slightly curved. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip, and when I reached out to wrap my fingers around him, he choked out a strangled gasp. He didn't move, letting me explore to my heart's content. I trailed my finger up the bottom of his shaft, flinching as it twitched, and his balls pulled up.

"Aaliyah," he whispered, more groan than a word. "Gods, you're killing me."

I shivered at the desperation in his voice before I leaned forward and licked the mushroom head, hoping to hear it again.

A salty sweetness had me humming, my eyes rolling back. I wanted to make him feel good, too, but as I went to take him into my mouth, he pulled me back. "You're going to make me come if you do that, and as heavenly as your mouth sounds, I need you, Aaliyah."

I wanted to protest, but the way he'd said it had an entirely fresh wave of arousal sinking into my core. He was already crawling onto the bed with me again. This time, he didn't curl over me, instead sitting in a crossed legged position. I paused, unsure what to do, until he held a hand out to me.

I took it without hesitation, letting him guide me until I was seated in his lap. I was pressed flush against him, my clit dragging along the bottom of his shaft. I pressed my hand over his chest, where I felt his heart beating one soft pulse at a time, something that I'd never take for granted. When I rolled my ring and pinky finger down, he let out a shaky breath.

He brought his hand up, doing the same over my heart. We sat like that for a moment, just taking it in, every breath, and every touch. I tried to memorize every place where my skin hit his. I never wanted to forget it.

I didn't dare to move or blink. I wanted to see him, feel all of him, and it seemed he felt the same as he slowly licked his hand, getting it wet, I realized, as he reached down to rub it over his aching length.

I shivered again, using him to support me as I took a few more breaths.

He was big, something I knew already, but the sight of it so close to where he was supposed to fit suddenly made my nerves second guess themselves. I tried to pull the thoughts in, to keep them away from my hell, but I hated pain, hated the thought of it souring this.

Prince lifted my chin, looking into my eyes, asking again without words. When I didn't respond, he kissed me.

"You're in control, Aaliyah," he said as he lifted me gently and lined me up with him. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, straining against it. He didn't move farther than that, one of his hands supporting me, so I didn't sink down. "You can lower yourself, as slow as you want. We can stop. You can tell me to go run the bath, and we can cuddle in the warm water instead. Your pace."

His hand at my hips kept me steady, the other still pressed over my heart, his ring and pinky finger trapped between us. I could feel his heartbeat through it, the raging sound like a soothing storm.

"I'm yours, all yours." His voice cracked, and his eyes glazed. "Every heartbeat, every breath, and every word I have is yours, Aaliyah. "

This moment, as monumental as it was to me, was the same for him, and he still held back, still waited, still loved me.

I braced my hands on his shoulders, pressing as close to him as I could. I needed the comfort of his touch, and when his hand tightened, I let myself fall that first inch, the initial resistance making my nose scrunch as I tensed up.

"Easy, you've got this. You can take me," Prince whispered, kissing my left wrist, shuffling just a touch. "I was made for you."

I shook, his words shocking me as the head made its way inside.

Prince's hand was a steady anchor on my hip, his thumb rubbing small circles as I breathed into the feeling of him, the unfamiliar stretch curling in my core as my brain muddled the pleasure of the previous orgasms with the dull throb of unfamiliar pain.

It wasn't as bad as I was expecting. The ache was there, but it was manageable and quickly fading away as the stretch coiled deeper inside of me. Hinting at something that he hadn't quite hit yet.

Something that left me reeling, searching for the fullness I knew he'd be able to give me.

"That's it," Prince whispered, not moving an inch. His hand against my chest trembled as he let out a breathy, "Fuck."

With how we were currently, I was just about eye level with him and I shuddered as I leaned forward and brought our lips together. He tasted like he smelled; molten fire and brimstone mixed with the most deliciously masculine hint of cedar.

Prince, refusing to be idle, moved his hand lower, toying with my clit, taking the edge off as I sagged into his chest. My head found the crook on his shoulder, my arms wrapping around him. My legs relaxed, my core flexing as I slid down.

Prince pulled back enough to watch, his eyes rolling back as he swallowed. He moved back to my neck, kissing the skin there, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine until I felt almost lucid. "You are so fucking beautiful, taking me like that."

His words were a balm that I tried to focus on as I heaved heavy breaths, shaking in his sure arms. I couldn't do the last few inches, not on my own. Frustration came bubbling up, the fear of inadequacy threatening to squash me. I tensed, trying and failing to gain any more ground.

Worry came flooding, my legs beginning to shake as I strained further but took no more. Fear came next, like a wave, telling me that this wasn't enough, that I wasn't enough. What if I couldn't take him? What if he got mad and left?

What if? What if? What if?

"Breathe," Prince whispered in my ear, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, his free hand becoming liquid as it ran up and down my side, across my back in gentle caresses. His reassuring touch had me relaxing enough to slide down a bit more. "I'm not going anywhere, Aaliyah. It's just you and me. There's no need to rush or force it. This moment, every bit of it, is perfect."

Prince groaned, the sound deep in his chest as he leaned forward enough to place a tender kiss on my collarbone.

"I need you. Please ," I whispered, not sure what else to say.

"You have me, always." He looked tortured himself, sweat curling on his brow, and it was only now I realized he was trembling. His arms and shoulders were so tense he looked like he might combust. "But I won't hurt you, Aaliyah. Not a goddamned second if I can help it. You're worth the wait. This is worth the wait. Trust me."

His finger sped up on my clit, and he leaned in to lick a trail across my neck. When he reached my jaw, he left little nips there. "Breathe into it. Let me show you how good it can feel."

His spare hand lifted to my chest, where he'd kept it holding our little symbol. I gasped as he began to rock my hips in time with his moves, slowly helping me down his thick shaft, keeping my thoughts on the bits of pleasure he brought. It was still slower than I wanted, but the pace was steady now.

When he pulled me down the final inch, there was a sharper hint of pain, one that was wiped away by the utter fullness and pride I felt. My shaking legs brushed the top of his thighs, his hands running over my back as his breath fanned over my neck. He groaned, twitching as I adjusted to get closer to him.

I didn't want to pull away as he braced one hand behind him and began to rock again. It was a movement that kept him buried deep, his hips molding with mine with every rolling thrust that ended in a delicious grind. It was gentle, a building pleasure that grew with every drag of my clit over the hot flush of his abdomen.

The pain grew into nothing more than a memory as I clung to Prince's broad shoulders. He worshiped my neck, licking and nipping as he continued his leisurely command of my body, sparing a few seconds to whisper sinfully sweet nothings into my ear. Every time he hit somewhere new inside of me, I saw stars, and when his hands went to my hips again, and he gave a harder thrust up, I cried out.

The deepness of his chuckle had me in a fit of trembles, my climax shimmering just beyond reach, starting as a vicious heat deep within my core.

"Prince," I whimpered, and he stole the breath from my lungs with a ferocious kiss, one of his hands moving to my clit again as the other found my hair, keeping me molded to him as he masterfully wove pleasure with me, wave after wave.

"Don't worry. I've got you," he whispered, panting as his head fell back, a deep groan getting lost in my lust-riddled mind. "Come for me, Aaliyah. Fucking claim me with it."

I came with him deep inside me, the rhythmic thrusting addictive as I tightened on him, his own guttural groan nearly making me come again. The heat from his release filled me with pleasant warmth.

He didn't let me go, still holding me firmly to him, brushing his hands over my skin as our breathing settled.

He slipped out of me, and a rush of liquid slid down my thighs. I wasn't ready for the empty feeling to persist, and I blushed, embarrassed until I saw Prince's face, his eyes narrowed on that combined release. He brushed his hands through it, his fingers delicate on my inner thighs. The shift in his eyes was slow, the color slipping from that silver to an all-consuming red as he pulled them back up to my core. I was sensitive enough to jolt when he pushed his fingers, still covered in cum, back up into me.

"Fuck, that's so much sexier than it should be." He groaned again, closing his eyes, his dick twitching against my leg.

"Still up for that bath you mentioned?" I panted, when he opened his eyes again, my breaths still hard as I grinned.

Prince laughed, kissing my cheek before he maneuvered us up. I was in his arms in the next second, and he walked us toward another door. "Are you kidding? This is going to be a treat. Let me show you what a real pamper session looks like."

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