The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirteen

Camille

I could barely eat anything as Dorian fed me breakfast. He kept offering me food, but my stomach was churning so I declined bites of strawberries and the cream filled pastries that were usually my favorite. Normally, Dorian would force me to eat, but he could sense my mood and knew that I wasn't in any condition to eat a full meal this morning.

He kissed my temple and offered me a cup of water. I took it gratefully and sipped at it slowly.

He was supposed to be leaving in the early afternoon to begin his traveling. He had offered to take me with him many times, worrying about how I would fare while he was away. I reassured time and time again that I would be fine, but that didn't make me any less sad that he was leaving.

It's only a week, I kept telling myself. Only a week.

I would spend all day with Kell outside and come in to eat dinner at night—which Dorian said would be brought to the rooms, I didn't need to go to the dining room—and then I would go to bed. Repeat that for six more days and Dorian would be back. Nothing too horrible.

Maybe it would go by faster than I expected.

That was just wishful thinking and I knew wasn't going to actually happen.

Dorian put the food aside and pulled me close to him. He kissed my cheek and my neck and I leaned into him as much as possible.

"It's strange," I said quietly.

He kissed below my ear. "What's strange, darling?" He turned my face to look at him.

"I never would have thought...before I met you...that I would be mournful when you went away. Isn't it strange? How different things turned out to be? Did you ever expect you would fall in love with me?" I tilted my head as he caressed my cheek.

"When I first saw you? I had my suspicions," he said with a smirking grin.

"You thought you would fall in love with me?" I asked, surprised.

"Who wouldn't fall in love with you, Camille? There's nothing wrong with you. You're gorgeous, kind, beautiful inside and out. Perfect."

I blushed, still a little shy when he showered me with complements.

I didn't say anything back because I thought I might start crying if I talked about how much he meant to me and how I thought he was more perfect than I was. Instead, I turned in his arms and demanded a kiss.

We devoured each other greedily and then he pushed me to the bed, running his hands up and down my thighs before I opened my legs for him. He took his undergarments off—I was already naked—before we escalated this any further and then he fell on top of me.

We made love everyday, but this felt different. As bit he my lip and then my neck, going lower to my nipples, I thought we felt desperate. We wouldn't have this for a week and I was even more scared that—after he traveled—we would have limited time together. He may come back engaged.

He spent so much time licking and sucking my nipples—like he seemed to do quite often—they became over sensitive and I squealed as he continued his ministrations. He ran a couple fingers back and forth on my cock before gently playing with my balls, but he never took his mouth off my nipple. He scraped his teeth along one and I screeched, grabbing onto his hair in a death grip.

"You love that, don't you, darling?" He said with a chuckle before latching on again.

"Mmm," I moaned because I couldn't come up with proper words, overcome by my lust. I loved anything he did to me, so of course I loved him abusing my nipples in such a way. And he knew that, so I didn't really need to answer.