Page 92 of The Wild Prince’s Favorite (The Dragon Empire Saga #3)

Something felt different about Alezya tonight.

Kassein couldn’t stand the sight of her tears or how her body was faintly trembling in his arms. He wasn’t even sure if she herself knew how fragile she seemed.

When he had seen her running for her life earlier, about to be attacked by that scum, his blood had fired up like never before. His dragon had been faster to attack, but given the chance, Kassein would have torn that criminal to shreds with his bare hands himself.

It was his fault. Kiera had noted the oversight; they knew one of them had escaped, yet he had been careless and left Alezya on her own in the camp. He should have never left her alone.

Now, he had been seconds away from losing her, and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to survive that.

Not now, not when she was already carved so deep into his bones, taking all the space in his head, imprinted on his skin.

Not when he couldn’t have a single hour without his thoughts drifting to her, not when his hands begged to be touching her every minute, every second.

That woman was his new religion, and he worshiped every inch of her. She was beautiful, strong but fragile, mysterious, and yet so expressive. He could read her eyes better than her lips, those black eyes of hers always carrying so much more than mere words.

He was trying to function like a normal man, to stick to his duty, to hide his agony, but he could never get enough of her. Every time she let him touch her, he felt like a man on sacred ground, begging for any moment she would bless him with her presence, her touch, her kisses.

Kiera made fun of how taken he was, but there was nothing he could deny; Alezya had completely bewitched him, and his sister could tease him all she wanted. He wasn’t sorry for it.

He wanted her so badly; every kiss felt like heaven and hell, a maddening ache between torment and pleasure. He’d tried to resist. He had tried to leash his desire, to be patient, to be strong.

He knew Alezya had gone through hell, and he knew she had a past that had scarred her deeply, deeper than he could ever know.

He knew there was a child. Or there had been one.

Lorey had warned him, and now, the truth had come to slap him in the face.

He knew what a woman’s breasts being full meant, and he had seen women nurse before.

There was no denying it anymore, and if he knew Alezya had a child, he also had to swallow the fact that there was another man. Her child’s father.

If so, where was he? Why wasn’t he with her? Why had he let her come to any harm at all? Was he dead? Was he missing? Did she miss him?

“Kassein.”

Alezya’s raspy, needy voice snapped him back to the present. It didn’t matter that there was another man. It didn’t matter how many other men there were.

Right now, Alezya was his, all his, and she wanted him. And when a goddess summoned a man, all he could do was get on his knees and worship. And Kassein did.

He caressed her, his hands cupping her perfect curves, following every line of her body, enjoying the coolness of her skin.

She was naked on him, straddling him, and he just loved looking up to see her eyes riveted on him, deep and dark like the night sky.

Her hair, which she’d kept braided all day, fell in raven waves around them as he pulled the tie off with a finger, embalming the air with that intoxicating smell of hers.

Her entire body was a marvel to look at. The almost subtle white marks on her thighs, belly, and breasts were like the stripes of a beast, scars showing how strong that woman was. Her body was a marvel, and he wanted to learn it all by heart, carve it into his memory.

Kassein just knew that he would never, ever get to witness anything more beautiful than this.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he spread kisses on her collarbone, neck, chest. “ You’re so beautiful, my moonlight. ”

He didn’t care that she didn’t understand; the moon and sun never bothered with the humans who worshiped them, and he didn’t need her to acknowledge his overflowing love either.

She was there, she was abandoning herself in his arms, and he felt like that was all he’d ever need for the rest of his life.

Kassein had never been a greedy man, but all of a sudden, he found himself ready to conquer continents and fight armies for one more minute with this woman.

His lips kept devouring her skin like an addict looking for relief that would never come. He kissed every inch of her skin, and as he sucked, nibbled, and kissed some more, her skin was getting peppered with blossoming imprints, all shades of pink and red, ephemeral proof he had been there.

Alezya was panting above him, her body moving softly against his fingers, her hands holding onto his nape and shoulders. She was wet, so deliciously wet, he didn’t want to stop playing with her. He loved the sounds she made every time he moved his fingers.

He’d never been a man to enjoy music, but her body was an instrument he wanted to play forever. His thumb on her clit made her whine, while his index and middle fingers coupled thrusting inside had her voice make a sexy, deep, and throaty rasp.

There was something addictive about knowing how to bring pleasure to this woman, and Kassein never wanted to stop; just watching her was almost enough to trigger his own release.

“Kassein,” she gasped again.

He smiled against her lips, kissing her again, pressing his tongue against her mouth and feeling hers.

His Dragon Blood heightened his senses and intensified sensations, and at times, he knew he could be rough with his hands, his kisses, but Alezya never seemed to care. That woman didn’t want him to hold back, and she wasn’t afraid of the beast he’d been holding back all this time.

He was scared she had no idea how much self-restraint he’d exercised, and he was scared she wasn’t ready for it, but right now, he could almost hear the chains snapping.

Her hand drifted to his cock, and this time, he didn’t stop her. A grunt escaped his chest when she stroked him, her hand palming his length, and he almost bit her shoulder when she squeezed him slightly.

“Alezya,” he grunted against her shoulder.

The fearless woman was gripping his length, making him groan and pulling on the last bits of his self-restraint. In response, his fingers accelerated inside her, drawing full-on moans with that perfect voice of hers.

“Kassein,” she whispered, calling him to attention.

His fingers stopped, and she grabbed his wrist to push it away.

He shouldn’t have stopped. His fingers were thick already, but his cock... His size was already worrisome enough, but if he lost his self-restraint on her, if he hurt her...

As if she could read his mind, she gave him a gentle, sweet smile and lowered her lips to his again.

Her kiss was slow but confident, almost reassuring. Alezya was taking control, and he was beseeched to surrender. He did; he let her slowly fall seated on him, and when she pressed his tip at her entrance, it took every bit of restraint not to impale her.

Instead, he focused on kissing her, eagerly, desperately, while letting her slowly lower herself, take him further in, expanding his world and wrecking it at the same time.

It was beyond words. Kassein felt her hoarse moans, her tightness around him, her warmth, and every quiver of her body while she took him in, inch by inch.

That woman was brave, bold, and beautiful beyond everything.

He felt his gut clench while she sat completely on him with a loud moan, his full length inside of her, and in that moment, it just felt.

.. perfect. This was everything. Everything he wanted, everything he could have hoped for.

Just him and her, united as one perfect fit.

“Are you alright?” his hoarse voice asked her.

Alezya nodded, leaning forward to take his lips again.

Kassein grabbed a fistful of her hair, pressing her against his lips, just as she rocked her body against his. He groaned, unable to hold it.

Alezya kept moving up and down on his cock, making them both groan, breathe hard, and hold on tighter to each other.

Kassein forced himself to keep his fist around her hair and his free hand caressing the curve of her back because otherwise, he knew he would just grab her hips and pound her, hard.

Alezya’s voice was already enough to push him to just this side of crazy with her throaty moans and hitched breathing.

He kissed her neck and licked her skin, keeping himself busy with his lips on her, but there was no ignoring the mind-shattering sensations that came from thrusting inside that woman. How could one ever get enough of this?

She kept squeezing his length, taking him deep inside again and again, rewiring every cell in his body to yearn for her.

His inner beast was suffocating by now, driven insane by desire, more desire.

It was like having just a bite when he was aching to devour the whole thing.

Those thrusts were so much, and yet, he wanted more.

He needed more. He needed to bury himself deep in her, fast, hard, relentlessly.

Kassein bit his lip, and suddenly, he pounded his hips hard, upward, just once. Alezya cried out, and it didn’t sound like pain. More like surprise, pleasure, awe. It was just once, just one second, but he was burning to do it again.

?Kassein,? Alezya cried. ?Kassein. Kassein...?

She stopped moving on him, submitting the man to torture, but she grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to her hips as if she’d read his mind.

He lifted his eyes to hers, out of breath, mouth dry, and Alezya pressed one kiss against his lips.

“You,” she muttered. “I want you, Kassein.”

Even if he hadn’t understood her words, her eyes spoke for her. Eager, pleading, almost begging, with those hints of tears...