Page 91 of The Prince and His Stolen Throne

Wilde spoke his answer against my lips, “Everything.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Blackened water splashed over the sides as I tugged Wilde into the tub with me. He gasped and sputtered, floundering in the water until one hand grabbed my shoulder and the other grabbed the edge of the tub. Indignation flared in his eyes as he said, “If you didn’t reciprocate, you could have—”

I sealed my mouth against his, catching his protests with my tongue. His hand tightened on my shoulder and his hips settled flush against mine with an obvious bulge beneath his soaked clothes.

The shock from my actions gave me a few blissful seconds of control where I could guide the kiss and savor the taste of him. It wasn’t long before he recovered and threaded his fingers through my wet hair. His grip was gentle at first, then more forceful as he maneuvered my head to better plunge his tongue into my mouth.

Wilde kissed like his name. Tongue seeking, teeth sharp and punishing, unrestrained in his pursuit of pleasure. His hips rocked against me eagerly, creating heat and friction, though it wasn’t enough to satisfy either of us.

If he wanted ‘everything’ from me, I’d give it to him.

I grasped his hips and arched up against him, sending another wave through the water. His hands tightened on me, and he ripped his mouth away. “Watch yourself, Treasure.” Desire roughened his voice into a delicious growl.

“How can I?” I murmured, focusing on unbuttoning his waistcoat and sliding my hands under his shirt. The wet fabric peeled away from his pale skin to reveal pink, perky nipples. “I’m too busy watching you.” I lockedeyes with him as I took one pert nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak.

“Don’t be too impertinent,” he warned even as his body trembled.

“You wanted everything.” I trailed kisses along his chest until I reached his other nipple, this time lighting scraping my teeth over the tender morsel. “That includes my disobedience.”

While I focused on teasing him, his grip changed. He released my shoulder and trailed his fingers down my back instead, the touch so light it sent a shudder through me. “You would enjoy yourself if you obeyed me,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. “You could let your thoughts drift away into bliss while I controlled everything.”

The sound of my laugh was too strained for even me to believe it. I grabbed his ass, cupping and kneading the firm muscle. “I’d rather fuck you until you forget how to give orders.”

“The only way you’re fucking me”—his hand slid to the front and grasped my straining cock—“is if I tell you exactly how to do it.”

Panting roughly, I leaned my head against his shoulder.

He moved his hand, circling his thumb around the tip before gliding down the whole length. Need flushed through me and squeezed my lungs. His hand increased its pace, drawing ragged, desperate breaths from me. “Do you want to come?”

I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Every part of me wound tight enough to snap. Finally, I managed a shaky nod.

His hand stopped.

I groaned. Did he want me to say it out loud? Licking my lips, I croaked, “Yes, I want to come.”

“Do you deserve it?”

I growled his name, ready to strangle him if he didn’t finish what he started.

“I’ll make an exception for tonight, but you’ll have to work harder for it in the future.”

Before I could answer, he kissed me again, capturing every gasp, every moan, and fed it back to me with an eager tongue. His hand started moving again, firmly sliding from base to tip, hot and slick through the water. Expectation tightened my whole body, yet I was somehow taken by surprise when Wilde’s skilled tongue and hands shoved me over the edge.

The climax left me breathless and disoriented, floating in a hazy world of bliss. Wilde caught me as I drifted back to earth, wrapping his armsin a tight, grounding embrace. His tongue withdrew and he pressed his lips against the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, slowing down from passionate to sweet.

I should have been concerned about the dirty bathwater, Wilde’s soaked clothes, everything still unspoken between us. I just wanted to linger in this moment as long as possible; to stay close to him and pretend we were the only things that existed in the world.

Somewhere below, a door banged open. “Trey?” Delilah’s voice called up the stairs.

A disbelieving, raspy laugh escaped me as I hid my head against Wilde’s shoulders. “Gods, can you imagine if she’d been ten seconds sooner …”

“It could have been interesting,” he mused, his words pressed against my cheek.

“It would have been torture,” I grumbled.

Footsteps soon followed Delilah’s voice asseveralpeople stomped up the stairs.