Kidnapped For His Royal Heir (Passion in Paradise)

His head surged up. ‘Violet? Is there something you wish to tell me?’

She swallowed, then dredged up the keenest poker face she could muster. ‘Is this a Q&A or are we going to get on with it?’ she asked boldly.

His gaze raked her face, narrow eyes probing hers. Violet undulated her body, straining closer to his touch. She wasn’t aware her nails dug into his shoulder until he relaxed and gave a low laugh.

‘Is my little hellcat impatient?’

‘You’re the one who seems to have all the answers. What do you think?’

Without answering, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, groaning at her fresh shudder before licking the space between the globes.

She lost the ability to string thoughts together, falling backwards on one elbow as he charted a path down her midriff to her navel and then lower.

Aware of what he intended to do, Violet was torn between stopping him and going with the flow. ‘Please...’

He lifted his head, speared her with those intense grey eyes. ‘Will you give me what I want, Violet?’ he rasped.

‘And what’s that?’ she whispered.

‘To taste you. Here,’ he said, running his knuckles over her heated core.

She cried out. He gave a harsh exhalation, dispensed with the teasing and tormenting, lifted her hips off the rock and sealed his mouth to her aching body.

Sensation like she’d never known rushed through her. Her body twisted and jerked as Zach boldly explored her. Her clitoris became his plaything, her centre his playground as he took his time to deliver pleasure heaped upon pleasure.

Eyes squeezed shut, Violet could only ride the wave as paradise beckoned. She was vaguely aware of tiny screams ejecting from her throat, of cool water lapping against her shoulders and the hot solid column of Zak’s body positioned between her legs. Everything else ceased to matter

as her climax gathered with fierce concentration between her legs. And when that moment came, when with a bold caress he shoved her off that peak, she screamed, certain she would never be the same again as every cell exploded in ecstasy.

For endless minutes she floated, almost afraid to open her eyes, afraid to discover if this had just been another lurid dream. Even though none of her dreams had ever felt this earth-shattering.

Violet opened her eyes, her heart lurching when she was confronted with the solid reality of Zak in his full magnificence, totally focused on her.

She understood at that moment why women went crazy for this man. If what he’d done to her moments ago was even a fraction of the pleasure he could deliver, then every flick of his arrogant eyebrow and every word that fell from his lips in utter self-confidence was justified.

Not that she was about to tell him any of that. His ego didn’t need the boost from her.

Certainly not in the manhood stakes, she thought in stunned wonder at her first glimpse of his arousal. At some point between laying her down on the rock and gifting her that mind-blowing orgasm, Zak had removed his boxers. Unashamedly naked and magnificently virile, he held himself over her, making room for himself between her thighs.

The faintest flicker of uncertainty slid through her mind. Could she accommodate him? Perhaps he spotted it. One corner of his mouth lifted in a tense little smile. He lowered his head and brought his lips to hers, his tongue easily breaching her lips to commence a slow gliding dance that evoked what he intended to do to her.

Apprehension melted away but a warning tweaked the back of her mind. It evaporated when he settled his mouthwatering body against hers, leaving her gasping as every erogenous zone in her body roared to life.

‘Look at me, Violet,’ he urged, his gaze fusing with hers when she raised her eyes to his. ‘Touch me,’ he commanded.

All along she’d fooled herself into thinking that this was simply an experience to indulge in and move on. But even before he had settled his hard length against her core, Violet suspected that this was so much more.

‘I want to see your eyes as I take you,’ he said, his voice deep, profound, soul-stirring enough to make her tremble with something more than pleasure.

Too much. It was too much.

Thoughts loomed large and impossibly momentous in her mind as Zak surged inside her, filling her up, breaking through that final barrier of her innocence.

He froze, shock filming his eyes and slackening his jaw as he stared down at her with something close to icy condemnation and searing regret.

CHAPTER SIX

‘MOTHER OF GOD. You’re untouched?’