The Scent and The Siren ✔️

// 49

His eyes scan my body dressed in nothing but his half unbuttoned shirt. He is swallowing in the display of my body with hunger burning in his eyes, as though he has never witnessed anything so tempestuous in his life. I can't help but remain mesmerized under the intoxicating spell he is weaving on my senses. He stands in silence with his ripped arms crossed against his well-defined chest next to the pommel horse drenching in sweat from his workout.

Looks like his royal highness spends a considerable amount of time in the gym. No other explanation for that fucking sexy ripped physique. His ripped biceps, the veins popping out of his forearm, his chiseled torso, his towering height, his beautiful face... everything about him is just so fucking hot. My eyes fall on the tattoo on his chest and triceps area making him look more of a rugged baddie than the suave royal prince he is.

"Sleep well?" His sexy lazy drawl drags me out of my reverie and I'm forced to notice the intensity with which his deep turquoise blue eyes are glued to mine.

My breasts suddenly start feeling heavy and I ache with the need for him to knead them and suck them till they fall numb in sensations. I inadvertently arc my back, rubbing my thighs slowly, my shoulders fall back, and my pushing my chest forward in a way my pebbled hard nipples that are clearly noticeable as a result of friction against the fabric of the shirt. They tighten further as I notice his gaze steady on my breasts. Good to know he craves me just as much I crave him.

"Yes... and in a dire need of a wakeup call." I grin as I shift my eyes from his mesmerizing body to the surroundings of his gym.

The massive workout area is shielded with mirrored walls and packed with all sorts of workout machinery and equipment. I catch my reflection in one of the mirrors and I wonder what would it feel like having all naked sex in front of a mirror. A delicious electrical sensation courses through my veins as I recall Rico and my encounter from the beach dressing room where we almost made out in front of the mirror before Selena barged in.

A strong fantasy forms inside my brain where I can clearly envisage Rico pounding deep inside me while I'm arched between the holders of the pommel horse he was working out on. I can imagine him making me come in front of the mirror because I want to know how I would look when I'm wild in the throes of passion.

"Wondering how it would feel to watch my fingers and dick fuck your sweet little tight pussy in front of the mirror?"

I'm buried so deep in my thoughts that I don't notice him behind me until I feel his hard cheek press my ear. He wraps his powerful arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and removes the hair from the back of my neck using his other hand to plant a kiss. My entire body burns bright red in embarrassment and thrill at the knowledge of him knowing my needs.

"Good morning, tesoro." He mumbles trailing slow, lazy kisses down my nape. "Do you know how incredible you're looking at the moment?"

"You're too damn beautiful, kinky and sexy as fuck to be real." I confide, curling my fingers around his jawline as I watch him in the mirror. "Excites and scares the shit out of me at the same time."