Kidnapped For His Royal Heir (Passion in Paradise)

‘You want me,’ he insisted, his tone deep and fierce, angling his mouthwatering body closer.

‘I’m not denying that.’

‘Then what is this about?’

His eyes gradually grew icy as he stared at her. ‘You didn’t answer me before. Is there someone else? Is that why you hesitate?’

A wave of anger swept over her. ‘You really think I would be here doing this with you if I was in another relationship? What sort of women do you date?’

He barely flinched at her accusation. ‘While I’m inclined to think that heated response answers my question, I don’t wish to assume. Is there someone else, Violet?’ he demanded again, his voice terse.

‘No, there isn’t. I haven’t had the time or the inclination to do...this or have a relationship. Of any kind,’ she added, just so he would understand she was including whatever schemes he believed she was hatching with her mother.

‘I have an understanding with my liaisons and I’ve set out what my expectations are.’ He stopped, his eyes heatedly scouring her body before returning to hers. ‘I despise deceit. So this is your chance to end this or give me your answer.’ He brought his body another tempting inch closer. ‘If you want me, touch me.’

The invitation was too much to resist.

In that moment, Violet knew she’d passed the point of no return. As for her virginity, one way or the other he would find out that she was truly innocent soon enough.

Even if he didn’t realise it, after this she only needed to proceed as normal for a few more months. Then she would be out of this life. Why that thought sent a lance of pain through her chest, she refused to examine.

She would take this moment out of time, slay the dragon of need that’d consumed her for so long and then put it all behind her. Then she could go on with her life.

‘Dio mio, do I really need to beg?’ he demanded roughly.

‘Perhaps you do. Perhaps I want to see that unique event,’ she teased.

A smile twisted his lips, but it was the raw need in his eyes that threatened to stop her breath. A feeling of urgency rose inside her, and without waiting to see whether he would actually resort to begging, she hooked her fingers behind his neck.

The blaze of triumph in his eyes should have made her hesitate, but all Violet could think of was that her fierce hunger was about to be sated.

He delivered a hard, consuming kiss to her lips, and every thought melted from her brain. The tasting was over in an instant and then his lips were trailing down her neck again. This time his destination was purposeful as he caressed the skin with one hand while his other eased in a downward trajectory to one breast.

He lightly bit the plump slope, causing her to cry out again. Before the sound died, he was wrapping his lips around one tight peak. He licked, tortured and delivered heady sensation the likes of which Violet had never experienced. Flames flared from the point of contact throughout her body, coalescing in that tight space between her legs and making her hips jerk and strain with the need for satisfaction.

Because this was Zak, because he was effortlessly attuned to her needs, he didn’t leave her waiting for long. Taut fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of her belly before stopping at the boundary of her panties.

Bold and brazen, his fingers delved beneath the wet fabric. Her breath strangled in her throat. She hung on the edge, every molecule in her body strained at the twin points of contact.

And then his finger slipped between her folds, igniting raw, acute pleasure through her veins. Her head dropped back on her shoulders, the effort to keep herself upright weakening as Zak spread her knees wider, sought better access.

Access she couldn’t deny him as her craving escalated.

He caressed her swollen flesh, growling in satisfaction as he encountered the slick evidence of her need. In raspy Montegovan, he muttered against her nipple, the sound lost in the thundering waterfall but no less arousing. For endless minutes he toyed with her while swirling his tongue around one nipple until need gathered unbearably in her pelvis.

‘Zak...’

He laid her back against the rock, dragged down the straps of her bra and bared her breasts to his eyes. Then he drew back, taking his time to conduct a sizzling scrutiny of her body. ‘Madonna mia, you are exquisite,’ he breathed.

Flames of lust lit through her at his words, her reaction pleasing him, if the turbulence in his eyes was any indication. He returned to his attention to her breast, catching the sensitive flesh between his teeth as his fingers delved deeper between her thighs. He breached her core, growling a torrent of Montegovan when he encountered even more evidence of her need.

Slippery, hot, ready, he caressed her expertly before pressing one finger to her core. Violet tensed momentarily. It wasn’t enough to change her mind but the knowledge that this was actually happening was enough to attract fresh nervousness.

‘So tight. So snug. It’s almost enough to make me wonder if you’re untouched,’ he said.

Here’s your chance. Tell him.

She didn’t know why she held back or why she dropped her gaze instead to watch the magic he was evoking between her legs. The sight of the carnal, erotic caress made her whimper.