Beneath The Mask
My lips brush over his shoulder in a soft, lazy kiss, as I try to catch my fucking breath.
“You okay?” I murmur, pressing another kiss against his sweat-slick skin.
Prince exhales shakily, then nods, a small, exhausted smile tugging at his lips. “More than okay,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “That was... intense.”
I chuckle against his shoulder, my lips trailing across his neck, savoring the way he tilts his head back, baring himself to me.
Then, softly, he whispers, “Do you mean it?”
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