Chapter 513
Chapter 513:
My hands moved almost of their own accord, slipping down to unzip his pants, pressing my heated core against his hard desire. My arousal had already soaked my panties, and, uncomfortable with the restriction, I pulled them aside, rubbing my slick folds against the moist tip of his hardness.
“Your Highness… please,” I whispered, my voice barely holding back the urgency. I leaned close to his ear, inviting him, “I need you… I want you to fill me…”
But Clayton didn’t answer my plea in the way I had imagined. “You’re with child,” he said, his breath heavy. “Let me make you feel good in another way, alright?”
He lifted my nightgown, gently removing the barrier of my panties, reaching to brush his hand across my heated flesh. All I wanted was for him to push inside me, to claim me fully.
To my surprise, warmth and softness entered me, washing over me with dizzying pleasure. I looked down in confusion, finding Clayton nestled between my legs, his mouth tasting me with each tantalizing movement. His tongue parted my folds, exploring, while his free hand moved to knead my breast.
“Ah… no, don’t… oh…” I whimpered, the raw pleasure leaving me flushed and embarrassed. “That place…”
Clayton’s tongue sank deeper, swirling in my slickness, savoring me, his movements deliberate as if he sought to drink in the heat pooling inside me, his tongue weaving in and out of my body, coaxing out every tremor of pleasure.
Our mingled breaths filled the garden, each pant and gasp reverberating through the air. Lost in a fog of ecstasy, I could feel my body shiver as his tongue drove me higher, licking and sucking, while my slickness continued to flow for him.
My soft cries slipped past my lips, my hands tangling in Clayton’s silver hair, holding him close, almost desperately, afraid he might stop, my body tightening around his searching tongue. My lips parted, and I breathed heavily, lost in a daze.
Then, out of nowhere, a familiar figure broke into my line of sight. It was none other than Dominic.
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Since my accident, he had moved into my residence, and now he stood on the second-floor balcony, silently watching the intimate scene between Clayton and me, his deep gaze unreadable.
A swell of emotions crashed over me, leaving my heart pounding—a mix of shock, shame, and overpowering sensations.
“Ah… Ah…” I could no longer hold back, and a warm rush burst from deep within me. In that instant, I reached my peak, and the fluid splashed against Clayton’s face.
Makenna’s POV:
After everything had settled, I melted weakly into Clayton’s arms, feeling utterly spent. He carried me back to the room and tended to me with gentle care until I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When morning arrived, I awoke to the news that all three princes had left early for their duties. Thankfully, Alice and Evie stayed with me. Evie, who was normally composed and reserved, had an unusual sparkle in her eye as she suggested we bake a cake to celebrate my recovery.
Alice and I gladly agreed, rolling up our sleeves to help her.
“Just wait and see, I’m about to prove my cake-making skills are top-notch,” Evie declared cheerfully as she whisked the batter. “So you’d better eat every last crumb once it’s done!”
Alice and I couldn’t help but grin. I nodded with a smile. “Evie, everything you make is incredible. You’re like magic in the kitchen.”
Alice nudged Evie playfully, adding, “And what if we can’t finish it all?”
Evie pouted dramatically, her tone mock-serious. “Then I’ll never speak to you again.”
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