Page 53 of The Nymph Prince

He wasn’t destined to one day unite dark forces and start another war.

“True. I know very little of betrayal and the pain of losing loved ones, but I know the anger from wishing to be better than I am and failing time and time again, the frustration from disappointing my father, and the pressure of high expectations just because of who my father is.” Lorcan released my shirt, but instead of stepping away, he moved closer. “I know the heartache from chasing a thing I cannot have.”

“What do you chase that brings you heartache?”

Lorcan caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You.”

My body tingled, my breaths shortened, and it had nothing to do with the weight of my destiny. It had everything to do with the stunning nymph that pressed his warm body to mine.

Although the room was dark, it was light enough to see the green embers of desire staring back at me.

Once I satiated my lust with Lorcan, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d need more. More than his body, I’d also desire his mind. His heart. And in turn, he’d have mine, as well.

My days are numbered,I reminded myself as I stared into his eyes.Each breath could be my last.

I was stubborn to my core, but all of the reasons I’d refused Lorcan’s touch seemed trivial now. Why deny the pleasure of the present when the future was bleak anyway?

“Then take me,” I whispered, pressing my face more into his hand.

Lorcan froze. “What?”

I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips before placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “I no longer have the energy to fight my feelings for you, nymph. Take me to bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Since when do you ask first?” I grinned at his stunned expression. “If memory serves me right, you undressed, lathered yourself in oil, and wrapped yourself in a chain to seduce me while I was speakin’ with your serving boy.”

Lorcan returned my grin. “It still astounds me that you refused me after that.”

“Not without effort, I assure you.”

“Less talking.” Lorcan slid his hand beneath the bottom of my shirt and rubbed my abdomen. “More doing.”

I wanted to forget—to escape—if only for a night.

“Aye, my prince,” I whispered, grabbing his chin and tilting his face up.

Lorcan hummed in the back of his throat as his eyes locked with mine. His fingertips brushed across my stomach before dipping down into the front of my trousers.

I shuddered as they traveled farther and gave my cock a teasing caress. “Must you torture me first?”

“Perhaps.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Shall we find out?”

A smirk played at the corner of my mouth. “Aye.”

Lorcan kissed me then, hard and with purpose. I grunted as he pushed me against the wall and claimed my mouth, deepening the kiss and tangling his hands in my hair. Such a soft mouth for such a wicked tongue.

He was close, but I needed him closer. I wanted to share his every breath and feel his racing heart against my chest. I wanted to feel him in every way possible.

As we kissed, he pushed down my trousers, causing them to drop to my knees, and wrapped his hand around my cock, giving it a slow pull. My senses were at an all-time high with the feel of his sweet lips, the scent of roses coming off his creamy skin, and the rippling pleasure his hand created on my shaft.

“I wish to taste you,” Lorcan purred. He glided his nose along my cheek before nipping at my jaw.

“The prince shall do as he pleases,” I panted, peering into his green eyes and losing myself in the depths.

“Is that so?”

I could only nod.