Heart Over Sword
Chapter 219: Under the stars (2)

Chapter 219: Under the stars (2)

"*I want to please you.*" All the blood rushed to Arawn’s length at her words and delicate touch. He could see the desire burning behind those emerald jewel-like eyes that were also staring at him innocently, waiting for him to instruct her on what to do next.

Seeing and feeling her soft body the night before left him wanting to ravage her like a beast. "*You do take my breath when you say such things,*" he whispered by her ear and felt his cock twitch from her shiver. He could instruct her and find his release. But looking at her Arawn knew he couldn’t stop there.

Evanna started to turn around, her hand teasing the bulge in his breeches as she leaned towards him, her lips meeting his. She tasted so, so sweet. Arawn pulled away and placed his hand above hers, halting the action that wanted him to do so much more, like plunging his throbbing length into her delicate, warm flower. Flower.

That’s right. His princess was a flower, a flower waiting to be plucked. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain his composure. But this was not the time or place. It was hard to deny Evanna, especially when she looked so ravishing. She always did. It was especially hard after watching Ger kiss her hours before.

Arawn wanted nothing more than to claim her even more. A few kisses didn’t feel like enough. "*I can’t.*" Opening his eyes, he cupped Evanna’s face after seeing the hurt and retreat in her eyes. This, like at the lake, was the first time she boldly made an advance on him.

He loved it and didn’t want to see her confidence fold over so quickly after his denial. He needed to explain. "*Evanna, if you did that, I wouldn’t have enough control to stop myself from bedding you.*" Her eyes widened at his words. "*I do not want your first time to be in the wilderness, at a short distance away from our comrades. You deserve better than that.*"

Arawn shifted, so they sat side by side. "*Instead..*" The hand cupping her face trailed down her neck, her chest and waist, making her gasp when he popped open the first button to her breeches. "*Why don’t I please you?*" It would take her mind off of everything.

Evanna shivered at his touch and bit the inside of her cheek as Arawn positioned himself in front of her. She lay there, propped up on her elbows, but the elven prince pushed her chest down before pulling her breeches down. "*If you don’t want it, say no now.*" A thrill rippled through Evanna as her gaze wandered from the stars above and to the elven prince slowly undoing her breeches, eyes locked on her.

When Evanna did not respond, he urged an answer from her. "*Tell me. Yes or no. I need to hear you say it.*" The princess gulped, her nipples hardening beneath her clothes as she stared back at Arawn, being drawn into his ethereal looks and burning gaze flickering heat across her body.

"*Arawn," she whispered, "*please make me feel good*"

Arawn broke out into a dashing smile, one that ripped her breath from her lungs. "Good." He pulled her breeches and underwear down, exposing her to the cold air that kissed the warm flesh between her thighs. Evanna gasped at how sensitive she felt and that Arawn spread her legs, revealing her most intimate spot to him.

She tried to cover herself up, her hands flying to her core. The prince had lowered his face so close to her. "*Do you not trust me to make you feel good?*" Arawn questioned as he raised his chin to meet her gaze.

"*It’s just embarrassing,*" she whispered, feeling her cheeks heat in response to the closeness of his face to her inner thighs.

Arawn began trailing kisses along her inner thigh from her knee and closer to her body. Evanna gasped and twitched at each one, feeling ever so sensitive. "Every part of you is beautiful. There is no need to be embarrassed. You’re my queen, so let me cherish you like one." He repeated his kisses on her other thigh until his hand went over hers, gently peeling away one and then the other.

Evanna shut her eyes, not wanting to see the elven prince peeping at her most intimate spot. "*Beautiful.*" He marvelled as his finger slid down her folds. She gasped, her hips bucking at his tender touch.

Arawn chuckled and did something Evanna never expected and couldn’t help moaning from. His mouth went on her centre, his lips and tongue tickling the outer edges. "Arawn!" Evanna gasped breathlessly, her hand on his face to push him away. Another lick of his tongue through her slick folds made her hand pause as her hips buckled again.

The prince gripped her hips, repositioning her and held her down as his mouth and tongue delved into her core, lapping up her creaminess. Evanna’s head flopped back as her nerve endings were on fire heating up her body. She couldn’t help the low moans and gasps escaping her lips or how her hand slid into his hair, gripping or pushing him closer to her. This was like nothing she’d felt before or expected to ever experience.

Evanna looked back at Arawn in surprise and dazed bliss. Her hand slipped over to his pointed ears, and she swore she saw him shiver, his tongue flicking more aggressively at the bundle of nerves that shot pleasure into her core and soaked her more. A pressure built and built, like a knot tightening in her core. Arawn’s finger slid into her, pumping her as his tongue worked on her nub.

Watching the handsome prince between her thighs, watching her with those gem-like eyes brimming with desire. With the intensity of his tongue, finger and eyes, Evanna came undone. She moaned, her thighs tightening as that knot, that pressure unravelled, and Arawn continued to lap up her creaminess like he thirsted for her.

Evanna’s hand slid from his hair as she felt suddenly sleepy, her head lying back to look up at the stars. "That was.." she breathed, unable to find the right word.

Arawn chuckled and started to put her breeches back together. He crawled over her and flopped onto his side, pulling her against his chest and wrapping his cloak around her again. "That was.." Evanna tried again, but words failed her again. "Don’t you want me to.." Arawn quietened her with a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

"*I told you. I won’t be able to control myself, especially after hearing your moans,*" Arawn replied nonchalantly, his voice a whisper. Evanna’s face heated, and she peeked to look at him, but the prince’s eyes were shut.

Evanna’s head rested on him and his heat moulded into her. In a slightly blissful state, she began to trace her finger around the shape of his ear. Arawn’s lips twitched. "Is this okay?" She asked, pausing her finger.

"It is very sensitive," Arawn admitted. "Don’t touch them when we do lay together for the first time. It won’t be pleasant for you, and I do not want to hurt you."

Evanna’s hand flew back, eyes widening, making the prince laugh. She watched his face light up, his voice so carefree compared to how it usually was. She loved seeing him this way and hoped to hear more of his laughter. Arawn’s hand slid over hers, and he brought her hand to his ear again. "I didn’t say stop. Just don’t pull on them."