She could feel it pulse in her throat, thick and unrelenting. The crown prince's grip on her hair didn't loosen, his fingers tangled deep at her scalp, holding her down like she was nothing more than an object to use. She had no chance to breathe, no chance to pull back, just the crushing weight of his control, forcing her to take all of him.
Her hands curled into fists against his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric as she fought the instinct to gag. The muscles in her throat burned, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare pull away.
The soft scrape of his thumb brushed over her cheek, a mockery of tenderness.
"See?" Caius said, his voice low and velvety. "It fits perfectly."
