The Fervorous Prince | Ominis Gaunt

Ch 10. Moonlight*

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The tender contact elicited an audible sigh from both of them, muffled by their newfound connection.

They both knew it was long overdue.

Still, he couldn't believe he had taken her like that without a second thought. He just couldn't take another moment of being so close yet so far from finally tasting her.

She, on the other hand, was officially worthless. His pouting lips were so soft, softer than she could have ever imagined. Her knees buckled in no time at all, her body yielding to anything this man wanted from her.

She didn't hate him. She would happily be his secret for life now if that's what he wanted.

He instinctively caught her and held her up, one arm around her waist, the other running through her hair.

He broke their kiss at the touch of her waist, his breathing heavy. "What is this you're wearing? It's wonderfully soft."

"My robe. I'm in my pajamas."

His face reddened as he grazed his fingers along the fabric. "Satin?"

The heat in her lower stomach took over. She took his hands and dragged the collar of her robe down and off of her shoulders with them.

His breath stifled. He almost couldn't tell if the satin was her pajamas or her supple skin.

He was desperate to know what her nightwear consisted of. "Is it a gown?"

She adored his lustful side that she had never experienced before, that she wasn't ever sure even existed. She took one of his hands from her shoulder and placed it on the bow of her robe's sash. "Why don't you find out," she whispered.

He paused for a moment, contemplating if this was truly happening right now. Then, he slowly began to pull on the sash until the robe pooled atop his shoes.

'Damn this blindness,' he cursed to himself.

Sensing his frustration, she took his hands again and placed them just above her waist, practically touching the sides of her breasts above the gown.

He gulped. "A-are you sure I can?"

"Please, Ominis. I want you to know what I'm wearing before you take it off of me," she whispered.

'Oh, Merlin...!' His trousers tightened immediately. Was he really about to lose his virginity to MC L/n? All this time of wondering, imagining, and fantasizing. It was about to paint a permanent picture in his mind that he could hold dearly for the remainder of his life.

He gently skimmed her upper body before finally meeting the lacey bottom end of the fabric. It was a nightgown after all.

He attempted to contain his excitement until his fingers found the opening against her leg. He parted the slit of the gown with two fingers, hoping he would be able to repeat the same action elsewhere shortly.

As he caressed upward, he felt the ending of her stocking clinging to her thigh, her skin bulging above the elastic.

His eyes widened. "A-are these stockings...?"

She couldn't tell if she wanted to cower in embarrassment or confidently relish in the hold her outfit had on him.

"Yes," she whispered.

He visibly shuddered as he brought his other hand to meet her other leg. "I didn't know you wore stockings, MC..."

She blushed. "Do you like them?"