The Devil is in the Details (Book 3)

Desperate

-Prince's POV-

She looked so perfect. Her nakedness under me put me in a drive I had never felt. Our hot bodies were pressed against each other as I sucked on her skin. Her neck was marked several times already and I trailed down to the sound of her moans. 

I suck on one of her hard tits while my hand is preoccupied with the other, that wasn't enough though. I used my fingers to stroke her wet entrance making her squeal and lurch forward towards me. 

"Prince!" She moaned but I wasn't finished satisfying my hunger. I kept kissing down her body, loving the feeling of her legs around me and positioning them over my shoulders before laying slow kisses down her thighs.  "Please!" 

Mmm yes, that was what I wanted to hear. 

I put my head between her thighs, finally getting to taste her, licking what my fingers had already prepared. I swirled my tongue around her entrance, enjoying how she tugged at my hair as I held onto her thighs tightly. I gently bit at her g-spot before sucking on it with love. "Oh Fuck Prince!" 

Her cum came flowing out and I relished in its taste but I wasn't done.

I came up slowly, my dick rock-hard for her. I stroked myself as I watched her regain her breath. She was in bliss and I loved the sight of it. How she clung to the sheets, how her legs were wide open for me. 

I brought myself to her entrance again, stroking my dick along it, wanting it to be wet and ready. I was going to fuck her so hard-

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"Fucking shit." 

I groaned as I woke up in cold sweat. Any heat of that dream left me empty when I woke up. It was painful. 

Taking ice-cold showers at ungodly times at night was becoming a regular routine this past month and I hated every second of it. I hated feeling so alone and broken in the morning. I hated feeling so frustrated at night. I hated that the more time we spent apart, the more I could only think about the girl I never had. 

And here I thought I was the man that never loved. 

I tugged on my hair in frustration while in the shower, wondering when I'd be able to sleep without waking up every hour. When I'd be able to start focusing on my training instead of getting beat up over and over again because of my distraction. I wondered when my eyes would stop looking for her everywhere I went. It hurt. 

I missed her. 

I missed her smile. I missed her laughing at my cocky jokes. I missed the twinge of nervousness every time I called her 'Darlin' or 'Princess'. I missed our smooth fun conversations. I missed being able to ride with her on my motorbike, her arms wrapped around me. I missed taking her to school. I missed being able to protect her while she slept. I missed her. I missed Amelia. 

"Fuck," 

I ended up staying up this time. I couldn't bear the pain of having another dream that'll leave me hurting more again. 

I looked up at the clock noticing it was almost three. I could go to the bar I supposed. They were holding a poker tournament and with its turnout, I could bet that they'd still be going on at this hour. I hoped for it because then I might have a chance at seeing her. 

I put a grey hoodie over myself and started walking out of my house. 

I wasn't wrong about it still going, I could see them at their final table and sure enough, even as I stayed towards the back of the room, well away from where I could be seen or recognised under my hood, I could see her. She ruled at her game, the aura around her alone could have anyone tell. But there was something that was missing.