Princess Charming (Legendary Lovers 1)

Taking her hand, he drew her down to the blanket and stretched out beside her. With their heads sharing the pillow, her back to the fire, he pulled her close. His skin was hot, sleek, smooth against hers, Maura noted as he ran his hand along the curve of her spine.

Her eyes fluttered shut when he began caressing her body … her hip, her thigh, her breast.… His warm hand stopped her breath. His palm molded the ripe swells, making glorious sensations clamor through her.

Then he kissed her again, renewing the rush of enchantment. It was like drinking fire.

He spent a long time making love to her mouth, slow languorous kisses that sent fresh heat welling and spiraling between them. At the same time, he began to stroke her stomach.

Feeling desire pool between her thighs, Maura gave a helpless murmur of pleasure. Her skin seemed to melt under his touch, even before his hand moved lower. Reaching her loins, he probed her downy curls with his seeking fingers until he held the hot center of her in his palm.

When Maura gasped at the sweet shock of it, he drew his mouth back.

“Lie still,” he ordered, his voice resonant and sensual. “Let me pleasure you, Maura.”

She obeyed him, although restlessly. His fingers resumed caressing her silky curls, slowly rubbing over the swollen lips of her sex. Then his thumb found the slick bud hidden between her folds.

Maura shuddered at the riveting pleasure he gave her. In response, Beaufort only increased the pressure, deliberately circling. The tiny pearl was already hard and aching by the time he slowly slid one finger into her slick heat.

The yearning within her grew as he stroked her inside and out. Maura whimpered again in delight … then in disappointment when his enchanting caresses ended and his bewitching mouth broke away from hers.

Dismayed that he had stopped, she opened her eyes, missing the heated wetness of his kiss, but he was only shifting his position.

His handsome face tender, he rose up on his knees and moved over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs with his hands braced on either side of her shoulders. His sensual mouth was still damp from hers when he lowered his head to her breasts. He nuzzled her softly, his lips roughly tender, his tongue tracing burning caresses around her fullness, teasing her nipple, massaging it in shuddering waves with his tongue.

For a time he went on attending each crest, stroking and suckling till both were hard, aching points before moving lower. With slow, exquisite care, Beaufort kissed the bindings marks marring her skin. Then his head dipped even further, his mouth skimming along her body, brushing over the sensitive skin of her abdomen.

As his hot lips worked their spell, Maura shifted fitfully on the blanket.

“Be still,” he ordered, the words husky against her skin.

How could she possibly remain still? She was hot and trembling, every muscle in her body quivering.

He seemed to touch every inch of her, setting burning tendrils of arousal ablaze inside her. And that was before he shifted his weight back on his heels and used his fingers to spread her thighs wide.…

Her breath caught in a tangled thread as his hands slid beneath her buttocks. When she realized his intent, Maura went rigid, her fingers grasping reflexively at his hair. “Beaufort …?”

Pausing, he glanced up at her, his smile tender. “Call me Ash. I think we have progressed beyond such formalities by now, don’t you?”

“Very well … Ash. What do you mean to do?”

“To kiss the heart of your sex with my mouth and tongue. Don’t tense your body,” he commanded, his voice rich and dark. “You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”

Without waiting for permission, he lowered his wicked mouth to trace a sensuous path over her woman’s mound. When he settled on her pulsing cleft, Maura gasped at the bright flare of sensation.

“Oh … my … heaven …”

Her hips jerked as a moan escaped her, which only made his fingers tighten on her buttocks.

“Don’t fight it, love.…”

Holding her still so he could have his fill of her, he grazed his tongue over her with consummate skill, stroking slowly, the pressure hot and rasping. When he drew the sensitive nub of her sex into his open mouth, sucking gently, Maura began to writhe and twist.

She was trembling violently now, shaking with need more powerful than she had ever known. Her fists clutched in the thick waves of his hair, her moans turning to soft sobs as fire leapt from his mouth to her flesh.

“That’s right, give in to it.…” he urged.

She could do nothing else. The mounting fire inside her burned hotter and hotter until her entire world was blazing.

At last the exquisite torment was too intense to bear. Her body convulsed, sending starbursts of sparks flying through every part of her.