Forbidden:The Billionaire's Virgin Princess

He moved them a little closer to shore until the water lapped against his chest and then he peeled her arms from around his neck. She whimpered in protest.

“It is all right, little beauty. Trust me. I will give you what you are craving.”

“Please, Sebastian.” She looked at him with needy innocence.

She had no clue what she was asking for, or what he could give her. But he would show her…if nothing else, he would hold the distinction of being her first sexual teacher. He could not have more…they could not have more, but this he would have.

He flipped her around so her back was to his front and he leaned down so his mouth was against the shell of her ear. “I am going to make you feel so good, princess.”

“P-princess?” she gasped out.

He stiffened in shock at his slip, but then decided to go with it. The term princess was used by a lot of American men as an endearment. He reasoned that she was Americanized enough to know that. “You are my princess.”

Damn, there went that possessiveness again. He decided to go with it too. For now.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder. “Yes, your princess.”

“Put your arms around my neck again.”

She nodded, but he had to help her get her hands locked in place. She was that out of it…because of him. He made no attempt to stifle the sense of pride that she gave him.

He gently bit her earlobe while one hand caressed her stomach below the water. “Perfect.”

She undulated against him, her body brushing his steel hard shaft. Pleasure shuddered through him despite the layers between them. He had never reacted so strongly to such a limited touch, but he had no such plans to restrict his own contact.

He undid the lower strap on her bikini top with his unoccupied hand, running his fingertips along where the strap had touched her. She shivered and made an inarticulate sound.

“Like that?” he asked in a whisper right against her ear, knowing his breath would send further shivers through her.

“Oh, yes.” She paused, panting. “You’re not…” Her voice trailed off as he traced the bumps of her spine. “It’s…it feels…I…”

“Good?”

“Yes, good…so…”

He caressed the nerve-rich center in the small of her back and her whole body convulsed.

“Oh, Sebastian! How are you…what…”

He chuckled at her incoherence.

“Not funny.” Her voice was low and filled with want. “Amazing.”

He smiled and kissed along her neck, tasting her sweet skin. “Surprised your body is so sensitive?”

“Yes.” Her fingers dug into his neck. “I didn’t know it could feel like this from you touching only my back.”

“Is my princess’s front feeling neglected?” he teased.

“I…” But she didn’t say whatever she’d planned, merely turned her head from side to side on his shoulder as he squeezed and caressed her backside.

“Ah, Lina. You are so responsive. I want to touch you all over.”

“O-okay.”

Unwilling to deprive himself of the pleasure, he leaned his head forward so he could see down the front of her. Then using both hands, he peeled her wet swimsuit away from the generous curve of her s. Drawn into tight nubs, her dusky s came into view. He cupped both mouthwatering mounds, allowing his thumbs to brush over the distended s.

She gasped and turned her face into his neck, her body going rigid and then languid, but her grip on his nape did not falter.

He gently pinched her s and she bit him. It was so primal and unexpected that he felt himself harden in his swim trunks, aching to be out of confinement. His teeth gritted against his own desire, he continued his manipulation of her s and luscious s. He wanted to taste them so badly, but he knew if he turned her to face him, he would lose what was left of his restraint.

He knew Lina would do nothing to stop him if he stripped her and took her right here in the water. She was mindless with her pleasure and all the new sensations her body was experiencing. He was not in the habit of being the voice of reason for two people. For that matter, he was usually only too happy to take what was on offer.

But Lina wasn’t like his other women. Not only was she a , but she was a client. She would think sex meant happily ever after, but he didn’t do permanent. Damn it, even if he was stupid enough to be tempted, she was a princess. Her father would never allow her to be with Hawk. Not short-term and not long-term. For all the independence she thought she had gained for herself at university, her father’s word was law in Lina’s life. Hawk could not keep her and trying would only lead to pain. Despite knowing this, he knew his control was more precarious than it had ever been.

His right hand slipped downward, traveling in ever moving circles until his fingertips brushed the top of her bikini bottoms. He ran his index finger along her skin just inside the waistband.

She went still, her breaths ceasing.

He stopped when he was just above her never before touched mound. Then, oh so slowly, he allowed his hand to go beneath concealing fabric until he cupped her between her legs.

Her thighs tightened convulsively, trapping his hand where it was. “You…I…what…” Her words came out broken and breathless.

“Shh…let me touch you, Lina. It’s what we both want.”

“I…”

“You want me to make you feel good.”

“Yes.”

“Relax your legs for me, princess. Let me in.”

“In?” she asked, her voice laced with sultry confusion.

“In,” he commanded. He moved his fingers just enough for her to taste the pleasure to come.

“Yes….” she hissed, her legs relaxing.

He carefully pressed his middle finger against her pleasure center, rubbing just the tiniest bit against the already swollen knot of nerve endings at the top of her labia.

She cried out against his neck, her lower body bowing toward his touch.

“That’s right,” he praised as he drew tiny circles on her sensitized oris before delving below to allow one fingertip to touch just inside her, she was warm and very wet.

Her lips and teeth were working on his neck again as animalistic little sounds came from her throat.

She was so close…and he had every intention of taking her over.

Using the heel of his hand, he stimulated her pleasure button while he caressed her silky wet lips with his fingers. Increasing the pressure on her , he pressed his lower body against her and felt his own pleasure rise to irretrievable levels.

They ed together, her scream mixing with his primal yell in a sound that satisfied a place deep in his soul he had never even known was there.

She went limp against him, her hands falling from his neck. Only his hands kept her from slipping into the water. He felt a warm wetness on his neck that was not from the lake and her breath hitched in an unmistakable tell.

“Are you crying, my princess?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Why?” Had she not been ready for this introduction to sexual pleasure?

“That was so amazing. I’ve never felt this close to anyone in my life. It’s so good it almost hurts.”

Her words acted like a falling ice glacier to his senses. Those were definitely the words of a woman looking for more than physical satiation from a man. She wanted to go into emotional waters neither one of them could navigate.

Damn it all to hell and back again.

“Hey, guys, having fun?”

Bob’s voice came as an almost welcome interruption. If he could discount the fact that yet again Hawk’s hereto-fore infallible reputation was at risk of being destroyed. No matter how amazing it had been.

Lina’s body went rigid and he realized how exposed she must feel. He was grateful they were facing away from shore for her sake, but felt like a complete idiot in regard to his charge to protect her. In every way, he had failed. Doing the only thing he could to mitigate the damage, he gently dropped her into the water and covered her fumbling with her top by turning to face Bob. “How was the river?”

“Awesome. You two will have to try it tomorrow…unless you’re still too nervous to go on moving water.”

Hawk ignored the taunt. He had bigger things to worry about than that jock-boy’s slur to his pride. Like the fact that Bob had made it to the lake without Hawk even noticing he was in the vicinity. Again.

What he had just done with Lina was stupid from every side. He had not built up his agency to top international status by making mistakes like this. Or any mistakes for that matter. He’d proven time and again that he was every bit the businessman that his father was without the other man’s weakness when it came to women. His mother wasn’t the only woman to manage a better payout than most stockholders from his father’s companies. The senior Hawk had once told his son he could afford bad judgment when it came to his feminine company.