A Royal World Apart - Page 52

“You are everything a woman should be,” he said.

She reached out and put her hand on his chest. “You’re everything, more, than I imagined a man could be, so … maybe we’re even?”

“Not even close,” he said. “I am outmatched.”

She kissed him and for a moment, he was lost in it. He pulled her to him, every bare inch of her against every bare inch of him. She put her leg over his, exposing the heart of her more fully to him, bringing her in even closer.

He moved his hands over her skin, over and over, cupping her butt, relishing every bit of her feminine perfection. She moaned into his mouth and he flipped her to her back, holding himself over her.

Her eyes widened and he dipped his head to kiss the valley between her breasts. “You have to bear with me, printzyessa,” he said, trying to disguise the tremor in his voice, “because I have had a lot of years to think about this moment. And there are things I desire … and I must take my time so I can have all of them.”

“I don’t … is there time?” she asked. Her voice shook.

“We have all night. Days.” He kissed her ribs, her stomach, her hipbone.


“Oh … Mak.”

“I like that,” he said, smiling against her skin. “My name on your lips. I’ll work very hard to make sure I hear it often.”

He touched her inner thigh and she parted her legs for him. He pressed a kiss to the tender skin and she shivered. “Mak.”

“Like that,” he said, kissing her thigh again, closer to her core. “Just like that.” He slid his finger over her wetness, as he’d longed to do. He moved his fingers over her clitoris. She responded with a low moan, and he repeated the motion.

Then he dipped his head and tasted her, roaring heat firing through him, igniting his smoldering desire into an inferno. Her hips bucked and he stilled them, using his mouth and fingers on her, his stomach tight with longing.

The need to keep pleasuring her like that forever, the need to take everything with no finesse and no thought for anything but his own desire—they warred with each other, the lusts of his flesh at odds, in ecstasy.

He felt her tense beneath his touch, her body pulsing around his fingers as he continued to lavish attention on her with his tongue. She gripped his shoulders and cried out his name, her voice hoarse, her fingernails biting his skin.

Pride, pleasure so acute it was almost pain, flooded him. He had brought her to the peak, had make her lose herself in her release. He had given Eva all she deserved. And he intended to give her more, even as he took for himself.

He lifted his head, keeping his fingers inside her tight wet body, establishing a rhythm, making sure she stayed ready. He reached beside him with his other hand and picked up the condom strip, abandoning Eva’s pleasure for a moment while he tore off a packet and opened it.

“May I?” She extended her hand, and he gave her the packet. She took the condom out. “First things first,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his naked shaft, squeezing him tightly.

He sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure piercing him.

“Good?” she asked.

“Good doesn’t cover it,” he said, echoing her earlier words.

She rolled the condom onto his length, her movements slow, methodical, achingly arousing. “Just perfect,” she said, a smile on her lips.

He drew her to him and kissed her, lying her back down on the soft bed. She parted her thighs for him, one hand on his back, the other sliding to his butt, urging him on, urging him home. He slid into her slowly, pausing when her breath hitched, letting her grow accustomed to having him inside her. Letting himself acclimate to the feeling of her heat around him.

He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body so tense it quivered, his arms and thighs shaking as he tried to keep from thrusting into her, hard and fast. When she arched into him, he would give them both more, and when she tensed, he stopped again, giving them both a moment to breathe.

Finally, he was buried inside her, her legs locked around him, a sweet sigh on her lips. He kissed it away, catching the noises of pleasure that escaped, claiming them for himself. Calling his name up from her again and again as he moved inside of her.

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