Seducing His Princess (Married by Royal Decree 3)

“I wanted to catch you, wherever I found you, and do this....” His hand cupped her breast, squeezing until she moaned and arched back, thrusting against his erection, making him growl and snap his teeth over her shoulder. “And this....” The other hand slid down over her abdomen to cup her mound, his fingers delving between her molten feminine lips, finding her entrance, slipping up her flowing readiness.

Her cry rang around the lodge.

His chuckle into her neck was unadulterated sensual devilry. His fingers twisted inside her, making her grind into him, desperate for assuagement. “I take only verbal requests. Graphic ones.”

She’d give him graphic. “I want you buried all the way to my womb. I want you to ride me until you shatter me, until I wring your life essence from you.”

He snatched his hand from her insides, the withdrawal as exquisite as the plunge. “I changed my mind. Be graphic later. Right now I might have a major coronary.”

The sound of his zipper sliding down screeched through her nerves. Moistness gushed from her eyes and core when his erection thudded against her back, hot and hard and heavy. Mohab. Here. With her. Her husband. For now.

He thrust against her, up and down, burning a furrow in her buttocks and back. “Here I am, everything you need. Take all of it inside you, take me whole, as I take you.”

With what felt like the last heartbeat left in her, she turned, rose and sank on him. A cry of welcome rose from her center outward. His erection felt as big as a fist forging inside her. Filled beyond capacity, she writhed against him, pain and pleasure amalgamating into an indecipherable mass. She’d never get used to how he felt inside her, to the sensations his invasion wrung from her every nerve.

Delirious with the feeling of reclamation, she sobbed it all out to him. How he felt inside her, what he did to her, how he inundated her with exquisite pleasure. He only gave her more, thrusting up, harder, faster, forging new depths inside her, panting his own confessions.

The pressure built in her loins with each word, each abrading slide and thrust, spread from that elusive focus of madness he hit over and over. She rode him harder, each thrust layering sensation until she was buried, incoherent, insane for her release from the aching spiral of urgency.

Then it started, like shock waves heralding a detonation too far to be felt yet. Ripples spread from the outside in, pushing everything to her center, compacting it into a pinpoint of desperation. He plunged into her, taking her into one more perfect fusion...and it came. The spike of shearing pleasure, followed by slam after slam of satisfaction.

He pitched her forward, crammed a pillow beneath her stomach, angling her hips upward, then pounded into her wracking convulsions, pouring over her gushing pleasure with the long, hard bursts of his own release.

The next moments or hours, as pleasure raged, they strained against each other, shuddering all over, driving him deeper inside her than he’d ever been, until she felt they’d dissolved into each other.

Then the intensity broke, eased and everything receded, left her replete, complete, spiraling into oblivion....

* * *

It was morning when she came to. He had knocked her out for hours this time. And he was again propped beside her, watching her with a smile of supreme gratification.

She stretched luxuriously against him, rubbing her legs against his, delighting in finding him fully aroused. “Sorry I zonked out on you. Not what I planned at all.”

“That was the best wedding night gift you could have given me. Lovemaking so explosive it pleasures us both into oblivion. Aih, I was knocked out right after you were.”

Her lips spread, bliss humming in her bones. “You mean I knocked you out.”

His indulgence deepened until she drowned in it. “That you surely did. I just woke up. I’ve never slept that well in...probably ever.”

Her hands roamed his face, his head, shoulders, arms and back, reveling in every inch of him. “Anytime. And I want you to take that literally. I want you anytime, all the time.”

“Habibati.” His growl went down her throat as he took her lips, pressed her under him and came fully over her.

And he took her up on her offer, plunging into her without preliminaries, knowing she’d be molten with need for him, would love his urgency, his ferocity. She more than loved it, she was mad for it, the fullness and the power and the domination of him. Just a few unbridled thrusts hurled her into ecstasy all over again. And he joined her in the abyss of pleasure, roaring his completion, jetting his seed inside her until he filled her.

He spoke as soon as she opened her eyes. “All these years, all I wanted was to have you again, have what we had, what kept me starving for you. Now I have you again, and it’s not the same.” Her heart thudded. Did he mean...? “It’s way better. When I never thought there could be better.”

Her heart filled with so much she couldn’t reveal. But she could tell him at least one thing. “It is way better.”

She didn’t go on to say that she believed it would be that way only at first, with six years of frustration behind the initial explosiveness, before everything leveled then tapered off.

Needing to take them away from such disturbing discussions, she asked one thing that had been worrying her since she’d arrived here. “Why didn’t you bring the kitties?”

His laugh revved beneath her ear. “Not even I would bring cats to my wedding night.” He laughed again. “Though I might have considered it if the place had another room. They’re good about staying in another room if I want to be alone...or with you, like that first night back in Judar. But they’re in their favorite new place back in the citadel with all those places to explore.”

Another worry struck her. “What if someone leaves a door to their quarters open? Or a window? Or if one zooms out when someone goes in to feed them or...”

Mohab swept her in a soothing caress from shoulder to buttock. “I’ve left as many paranoid instructions about keeping them safe as your heart can desire.”

Still not satisfied, she said, “Can we check on them?”

“We certainly can. Mizar would even come to the phone. Then I will devour you again, and this time longer and harder, just for being so protective of my kitties.”

She gasped as he turned her onto her back and reached over her for his pants on the ground. “Aren’t they mine, too, now?”

“Oh, yes, they are. They are part of me, and I’ve already given you carte blanche to me and mine.”