Free The Perfect Prince by Michelle M. Pillow

color. He wouldn’t have thought it possible. With a deep breath, she muttered, “I don’t know how.” That brought him up short. Tilting his head to better study her, he sniffed the air.
     
    She wasn’t lying.
     
    “How is that possible? You are no child.” Olek waited a long time for her to answer.“My father,” Nadja began, not really wanting to think of the man at such a moment. “He--we had this medic unit. I would measure my … ah, levels each morning. I couldn’t even eat chocolate without him finding out. And, well, if I was to … ah, you know, it would tell him that in my daily report.” Olek frowned. He knew he would likely never have daughters, but he didn’t imagine he would control them in such a way. His people believed that children were part of the group, to be guided and molded by the extended family unit, allowed explore and discover, allowed to make mistakes. How else would they learn?
     
    Dragon Lords: The Perfect Prince
     
    Michelle M. Pillow
     
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    “They were very thorough machines,” she whispered, humiliated. She closed her eyes, wishing the ground would open and suck her in. Her fists clenched at her sides.
     
    Olek said nothing. He was too busy thinking of ways he could pay back her father for treating her so callously. He knew by the look on her face that there was much more she wasn’t telling him.
     
    “I’m sorry,” Nadja said softly, when he didn’t speak. “I should have said something about this before. I really don’t know anything when it comes to … and I understand if you want to put your mask back on. I won’t tell anyone I took it off.” Olek didn’t move, save for his chest.
     
    “You are no longer under his tyranny, solarflower,” Olek said. The pet name washed over her, doing something to her already melting insides. “If you wish to know something of your body or mine, ask. I’ll freely tell you or show you everything I know.
     
    Every passion you feel is normal and very right. I feel the same for you.” Nadja gulped. Her voice wouldn’t work if she tried. Being married to a simple man was looking better and better each passing moment.
     
    “Now, it would give me much pleasure if you would touch yourself,” Olek said.
     
    His eyes bore heatedly into her flesh. “And it will give me even greater pleasure when you touch me.”
     
    Nadja shivered despite herself.
     
    “Like this,” he urged in a tender hush. Taking himself in hand, he stroked his hard manhood several times. Nadja bit her lip, wishing she could get the courage to go to him.
     
    Her eyes followed the movements of his fingers. The crystal pulsed and glowed from his chest. Of their own accord, her fingers found her stomach. They scratched lightly at her flesh, absently mimicking his wicked movements on his own shaft.
     
    Olek nodded in approval, urging her silently to caress herself for him. With a weak pant, she slid her finger to reach into her wetness. The nub of her passion tweaked in pleasurable anguish. Watching him, she timidly stroked herself. Her legs twitched. Her hips jerked in a little circle. Her finger spread her own opening.
     
    Olek growled. He stroked faster as his eyes devoured her hand. If he wasn’t careful, he would explode.
     
    Soon her hand wasn’t enough. Nadja wanted his experienced hand to be on her flesh. She wanted it to be his finger dipping next to her center fire. With a moan, she went to him--ready and unmindful of anything else.
     
    Olek grinned, a naughtily dominant look that drove her to distraction. It hadn’t taken her long at all to come around. The fact pleased him very much.
     
    Nadja hesitated only briefly as she looked down at his hand wrapped around his erection. Letting go, he moved it to the side. Nadja licked her lips, glancing up at him for approval before she touched him. Olek nodded weakly. He was sure he would go mad at any moment. Her fingers had stirred her natural scent into the air to torment him.
     
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