My Dark Prince: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Dark Prince Road)

I woke up with a start, drenched in a pool of my own sweat. The arm clamped around my hip stopped me from shooting upright.

My dick bobbed against my abs. Full, and thick, and one hundred percent hard. Maybe from the dream – of Paris with Briar, her begging me to fuck her right on the streets. Or maybe from the fact that a tiny, soft hand currently held it hostage in a vise grip.

“Briar.”

She didn’t budge. The sheets had fallen in a lump at our ankles. Still, I could barely make out the silhouette of her slim figure in the dark.

I nudged her shoulder, horrified when she tightened her grip, twisting it up and down a bit.

“Fuckkk.”

She hacked out a snore and kicked my shin.

Shitfuckdamn.

I tried prying her fingers off me, one by one, but she groaned, refusing to let up. My balls squeezed tight.

“You have to release me, or I’ll come all over the ceiling.”

Not an exaggeration. While I didn’t enjoy sleeping around, I did spend a decent amount of time acquainting my dick with my fist. But lately, I’d neglected it. Any free time I’d had over the past few days, I’d spent at the hospital with Briar.

Mornings watching her stretch out her arms in the sun, her sleeve falling off her dainty shoulder. Evenings of her staring at me with her teeth sinking down into her lip, inviting me to do the same. And nights sleeping near her, listening to her soft moans.

She’d always been like that. Prone to wild dreams. That drunken night in Paris featured the filthiest wet dream she’d ever described. It was a miracle I’d kept my virginity until nineteen.

Briar swung her leg over me, grinding against it as she finally released my dick from her grip. The second she freed me, I moved her over to her side and erected a Great Wall of Pillows between us to save, well, my erection.

“Ol?”

I froze, breath in my throat for a second. “Yeah, Cuddlebug?”noveldrama

She didn’t reply. I released the breath and stared at the ceiling, counting sheep. I figured I wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep tonight, but I had to try. This would be my last solid night of sleep before our major renovations kicked into high gear at the hotel.

Minutes later, long since she’d called out to me, she whimpered something in her sleep.

I craned my neck, struggling to hear.

“Don’t leave, Ollie.”