Loving the Forbidden Prince

ETAN

He struggled for control from the moment he entered her, his jaw set and teeth gritted. The pleasure of having her never grew commonplace. He kept waiting for this desperation to ease, for his control to return. But time and again he found himself dancing the line of arousal, of spilling into her like it was his first time.

Forcing himself to caution, he grit his teeth and grasped her thighs, using the buoyancy of the water to keep her moving slowly, trying desperately to ignore the way her breasts began to float every time they eased apart, and how the water rushed over them, a small wave breaking over the shore of those beautiful pink rounds as they returned to each other.

She shook with desire for him, and that only made his own passion sing.

"You were so... beautiful... today, Ayleth. Yesterday. When I woke... when you slept. I couldn't bear it... I watched you sleep. There is nothing... I want more than... you," he sighed.

Ayleth whimpered, but opened her eyes as they rolled together and clasped his face in her hands. "Your sh-shoulders make me shiver," she stuttered as he plunged into her. Then she swallowed and kept going "I watch you... on your horse and... you're so... so strong. So in control. It's... it makes me want you."

Etan growled, and took her mouth, cupping the back of her head to give himself traction, still gripping her thigh with the other, he began to thrust into her in earnest, moving her, finding her, only the resistance of the water stopping him from plowing her like a field.

Ayleth moaned his name and when he began to kiss down her jaw and neck, let her head sink back again, arching her back until her breasts were served to him, dessert on a platter.

Croaking her name, he took her nipple again and she keened, high and frail, clenching around him, urging him on.

"Dear god, Ayleth. No woman has ever made me feel the way you do," he rasped. "None." Then he plunged into her harder.

Her mouth fell open, but she held his gaze, even as she pulled him in with her heels and began to ride him.

"Is that the... reason you love me?" she gasped.

Etan shook his head, teeth gritted and jaw twitching. "No! You make me feel that way because I love you. And because you love me back. This... between us... it's... it's something we could not have without love."

Ayleth smiled, panting. Between them, the bond glowed and, apparently unable to speak, she sent him love and desire, a boulder of warmth, comfort, and passion that threatened to make him weep.

It hit his heart at the same time as his body began to peak. Combined with the incredible sight of her

—wet and wanting—it was overwhelming.

If he didn't get her to her peak soon, he'd finish too quickly.

So before she found her voice, he kissed her again, then leaned forward, urging her back, to let the water take her weight. She clung at first as her weight shifted, but he whispered to her to just let go, let him take her, and she nodded, then did as he asked, laying back in the water again, but with her legs hooked around his waist.

Etan swallowed, searching for the last shred of his control as she smiled up at him, eyes hooded, and said, "You look like a water god, fierce and proud..." her throat caught and her chest heaved with her panting breath, the water playing around her breasts so Etan groaned.

Her nipples stood, hard and tall, rivets pointing for the morning sun. When he plunged into her, the water washed over them, then trickled away, one shining drop clinging to the tiny pink knot. With Ayleth's head back and her jaw slack... It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

Groaning her name, Etan licked it clean, swallowing the little drop to take it into himself and keep it forever. Then he shifted his palm at her back and slid his other hand between them to find her.

She shivered when he did, then cried out when he used the pad of his thumb to slide between them from where they were joined, all the way up to that little nub.

Only two more strokes and Ayleth bore down on him so tightly he almost came. She gasped and cried out, pulling him in, her fingers digging into his sides as she called for him, seeking, seeking, no longer floating because she was trying to brace against him. So, with each thrust, Etan moved them into deeper water, then, when he was deep enough to lean back himself, pulled her up until she straddled him, riding him, the water washing his chest as Ayleth gripped his shoulder, keening and whimpering, her breath catching with each grind.

Still using his thumb between them, he pulled her hip down at the same time he stroked up and Ayleth shattered in his arms, crying his name, her body shuddering, twitching, clenching around him.

Etan bellowed as his own climax washed over him in a rush of tingling skin and uncontrollable cries. For a moment they both arched, bodies rigid, and breath stopped. Then Ayleth slumped, a strand of wet hair sticking to her cheek as she grasped at his head to keep herself from tipping over, and Etan followed a breath later, both of them slumping, languid and trembling until she sat in his lap again, and he was curled himself around her.

For many minutes Etan kept her there, slowly bobbing in the water, their bodies joined and buoyed, as they both caught their breath and their hearts began to slow.

Then he kept her there for many minutes more as they clung, noses buried in each other's necks, wrapped together tightly, absorbing each other's heat, their skins sticking where there wasn't space even for the water to come between them, as if they were glued.

**** SHORT PUBLISHING BREAK ****

Etan & Ayleth are on a short hiatus for two weeks, and will return as usual on the third week of April. I apologize for this delay, but my whole family got covid and I've had 2 wisdom teeth out in the past 3 weeks and I just haven't been able to keep up with everything that was on my schedule. Things will calm now that I've finished writing QUEEN, so I do not anticipate another need for this kind of break again.

Thank you for your patience! (This message was added after publication so you aren't charged for the words.)