Disguised Before The Alpha Prince

Chp 60

Pearl’s POV

“Stay back,” Demyan warned again, but his voice was breaking, fragile and frayed.

He had fallen to the floor, body trembling, skin flushed, his breaths coming in desperate gasps. The black cloak pooled around him like spilled shadows, and for a moment, he looked like a fallen warrior battling a war inside his own flesh.

But I couldn’t stay back. Not anymore.

I crawled closer, slowly, until my knees touched the edge of his cloak. He tried to shift away, but his limbs gave out, and he slumped with a strangled groan. That was when I reached out my fingers brushing against his cheek.

His skin was burning.

“Pearl,” he rasped, “please…”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered.

His eyes shot open, pupils dilated, jaw clenched. The tension in him was unbearable, like he was fighting every instinct in his blood.

My hand gently cupped his face, thumb grazing the stubble along his jaw. “You’re in pain,” I said softly. “And I can’t watch you suffer.”

His breathing hitched as I leaned closer, so close our lips were just a breath apart. His eyes searched mine, wild and vulnerable.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, Demyan,” I confessed, my voice trembling with raw emotion. “And I don’t want anyone else as my mate.”

The way his eyes softened God, it shattered me. He looked at me like I was salvation and sin wrapped into one.

I moved forward slowly, giving him time to pull back but he didn’t. He froze as I pressed the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth. That one, fleeting touch was all it took to break the last of his restraint.

With a low, guttural sound, Demyan surged forward, his hands grabbing my waist, pulling me into his lap as his lips crashed onto mine with raw hunger.

His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, claiming, filled with weeks no, months of repressed desire. My fingers tangled in his hair, and he groaned into my mouth, devouring every gasp I gave him.

He kissed me like he was starving and I was his only source of breath. And I let him because I wanted this. I wanted him.

I felt the heat of his hands sliding up my back, holding me to him as though he feared I might disappear. His body trembled beneath mine, every muscle drawn tight with tension and restraint. Even now, even drugged, he was trying to control himself.

I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against his. “Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

His growl was low, dark, and full of need but it was also laced with something deeper. Reverence. Awe. Love.

And then, his lips were on mine again this time slower, deeper. As if he was memorizing me. This moment was ours and nothing else mattered.

My back arched the moment his lips found the curve of my neck, soft and warm. He drew a slow breath before he began to suck, gently at first, then deeper like he wanted to leave his mark in a place no one else could see but would always belong to him.

A soft moan slipped from my lips, completely unbidden. My fingers threaded through his thick, silken hair, holding him there, grounding myself in his touch, in the heat that seemed to ignite across my skin wherever he went.

“You’re all I want,” he murmured against my skin, voice husky and low, tinged with hunger and reverence. His words weren’t a question. They made a vow.

His lips returned to mine, rough, needing. I tasted the desperation in them, the way he wanted to pour everything he felt into me through each kiss. His hands moved lower, sliding down my back until they paused at the knot holding my dress together.

The room felt breathless.

His fingers found the tie, and as he undid it with practiced ease, the fabric slipped down my shoulders in slow surrender, pooling at my waist. The air kissed my bare skin, and my chest rose and fell under his gaze.

Demyan didn’t move immediately.

He stared.

His eyes, once wild with heat, now glowed with something deeper, possession. Awe. Like I was something precious that belonged only to him.

A slow, wicked smirk touched his lips as he whispered, “This time… the binds are loose.”

My breath caught.

He reached forward and ran a finger lightly across the cloth that still bound my chest, the tight wrap I used when I disguised myself. “Unlike the times you were my little ‘Perin,’” he added, voice thick with memory and mischief, “You always tied it too tight. Like you were hiding a treasure.”

His fingers slipped under the binding, and slowly, so slowly it made me tremble. He began to unbind it. “This treasure of yours is now mine,” he said with a husky voice.

One loop. Then another.

With each release, his gaze never left mine… until the final pull.

The bindings fell away, and I inhaled sharply as the pressure vanished.

My breastss bounced free, and I could feel the cool air graze my skin but it was the heat in his eyes that stole my breath more.

He exhaled a low growl of appreciation, his hand hovering over me but not yet touching.

“You have no idea,” he whispered, voice rough, “how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” And then he smiled. Not a wicked smile. A real one soft and burning, as if he’d waited his entire life for this very moment.

My breathing was no longer mine, it was his. It came fast, shallow, desperate, timed to the rhythm of his fingers as they circled and teased places I’d never let anyone touch. My back arched into his hand before I could think, a gasp escaping me as pleasure shot through my chest.

“Demyan…” I breathed, not knowing if it was a plea or a warning.

His eyes darkened, the fire in them raw and hungry, but still filled with something gentle like even now, when the storm inside him was about to break loose, he was trying not to shatter me in the process.

“You’re so soft here…” he murmured against my skin. “So beautiful… I could worship you for hours.”

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t speak.

His words melted into my bones.

The hunger in his kiss deepened, became consuming. His lips crashed into mine again, wild and needing, as if he thought I could drown out the ache inside him just by letting him taste me. I kissed him back with equal desperation, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring myself in the only thing that made sense right now it's him.

He moved lower, scattering kisses like fire over my chest, his breath hot against my skin. My body shuddered when his lips closed around the swell of my breastt. He didn’t rush.he took his time, tracing soft circles with his tongue, grazing me just enough to make my hips twitch and my breath catch.

“Pearl…” he said again, voice so low I barely heard it. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

He kissed me between his words devouring, claiming, worshiping, switching from one side to the other, savoring every reaction. My head fell back, a sound escaping me. I didn't recognize half a moan, half a cry. My nails dug into his back through the fabric of his cloak, trying to hold onto reality.

And yet, nothing about this moment felt real. It was too intense. Too consuming. Too perfect.

His mouth didn’t stop, didn't even slow down as he worshipped my chest, dragging pleasure from my body with every heated kiss and teasing stroke of his tongue. My breath was caught in my throat, spilling out only in ragged moans that matched the rhythm of his movements.

“Demyan…” I gasped, my voice trembling, but he didn’t look up.

Instead, his hand slid lower, fingers tracing the delicate curve of my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My muscles tensed, anticipation rippling through me, my skin hypersensitive under his touch.

He paused, just for a second and lifted his head. His eyes met mine, wild but soft, as if asking a silent question one more time.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to my stomach. “But you’re not pulling away.”

“I don’t want to,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “I… I want this.”

His lips curled into something between a smile and a groan, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

His hand slid higher, skimming just beneath the edge of my thighs, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. Every nerve ending was on fire, every breath harder to take than the last.

“You’re so warm…” he murmured, pressing a kiss just above the place I was burning for him. “So soft. So perfect.”

I could hardly breathe.

I wanted to ask him to stop, no! to keep going, because the ache was too much now. But instead, I closed my eyes, letting myself fall into the overwhelming pull of everything he was making me feel.

And then he looked at me again completely, as if I were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

“Pearl,” he said, voice low and shaking, “I want all of you. But only if you want me too. Say the word… and I’ll stop.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I reached up, cupping his cheek, leaning in until our foreheads touched.

“I’m yours, Demyan,” I whispered. “Only yours.”

He then began to rub my clit and now my body was too warm, “You are so wet down here!!,”

My breath caught as Demyan leaned closer, his eyes dark with something I couldn't name something primal, something burning. Every nerve in my body seemed to tighten, drawn to him like a moth to fire. His hand slid along my thigh, slow and reverent, his fingertips leaving trails of heat that made my breath hitch.

"You're trembling," he murmured against my lips, voice like smoke. "Are you scared of me?"

I shook my head, barely managing a whisper. "No. I’m scared… of how much I want you."

His lips curved into something between a smile and a growl. “Too late to be scared now.”

His hand moved higher, drawing a gasp from my lips. I felt the teasing brush of his fingers, coaxing, testing until the warmth of his palm settled right where I ached for him the most. A sharp moan escaped me before I could stop it, and I pressed my face into his shoulder, my fingers clinging to his wrist. He kept inserting his finger inside me and this time it was faster.

“Demyan,” I breathed, trembling, “I… I can’t take it…”

He leaned down, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then the tender line of my throat, all while his fingers moved in slow, maddening circles. “I warned you,” he whispered, voice thick with restraint. “This is just the beginning.”

I arched into his touch, barely holding on. My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted to leap into his hands. I didn’t know where the pleasure ended and the ache began. I only knew that it was him, his scent, his heat, the way he held me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

“I can feel the warmth inside and look at the liquid that is leaving your body, you are asking me to stop but you pussyy is crying for more you can lie but your body won't” he murmured, his mouth brushing mine again. “You’re mine, Pearl. No one else. Only mine.”

My eyes fluttered shut as the world spun, the sound of our tangled breaths the only thing left in the room.