The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

Camille

After a long night of making love, my prince woke me with little kisses to my neck and collarbone. I mumbled in my sleep then my eyes fluttered open and I became aware of my surroundings.

I almost couldn't believe that last night had been real and not something from a dream.

I looked over at Prince Dorian, blinking at him sleepily. "Good morning."

"Good morning, beautiful." He had the sweetest smile on his face.

I yawned. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked and reached out to touch his chest.

"I'm just happy, my darling." His fingers touched my belly under the blankets. "You have made me immensely happy."

A surprised smile broke onto my face, cheeks becoming hot. I began to wiggle closer to him, but when I did I felt a sharp ache in my backside. "Oh." I giggled.

"What was that?" He asked, pulling me close and wrapped his arms around me. I was practically resting on top of him and his hands went to my lower back.

"'M sore," I admitted quietly, but I smiled. The ache was only a pleasant reminder of what had happened the night before. I kissed him.

"You seem quite content to be sore," he said and I giggled a bit, nodding. "Silly." He pecked my cheek. "I guess I'll just have to take extra good care of you today, won't I?"

I sighed, resting my cheek on his chest. "But you'll be busy all day."

"No," he said. "No business today. No princely work. Just you and me. After last night I never want to be away from you. I always had that problem, but now it's worse than ever."

I sighed happily and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. He quickly took possession of my mouth and kissed me roughly.

I whined and moved my body along his. He gripped my bare ass and let out that growl that was so sexy to me.

"Are you too sore, my love?"

"No," I groaned. "Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice.

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The prince held my arm as I walked gingerly through the garden. He frowned at me as I stepped around on my tiptoes, wincing every once in awhile. The garden was beautiful as always, but I would always find that nighttime walk from the night before more beautiful.

"This morning was a mistake," he muttered.

"No," I told him firmly since he had already tried to say the same thing earlier. "I just need to get used to you. After a few days it will be much easier to take you and I won't be as sore anymore."

"I'm not fucking you again if you're in this much pain."

I stopped abruptly and glared up at him. He seemed shocked by my expression, raising his eyebrows, maybe even looking a little frightened.

"Your highness," I said, tensely, and I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down. "I just need a little time to get used to you. It will be much better after a few days. I know about these things. You will be making love to me again tonight, all right?" I paused and he just stared at me. "Now nod your head yes."

He nodded like a puppet.

"Good." I smiled sweetly at him and took his arm again.

I turned to continue walking, but halted when I saw a gardener and a servant woman staring at us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. I turned red and crowded close to the prince.