Crown Prince's Bought Bride

This time the voice lingered even after he’d attempted to brush it away. Continued to linger as he nudged her slender legs high, kissed his way down her right knee, then the left. It lingered as he delivered the ultimate kiss, watched her back arch off the bed and her fingers scramble for purchase in the silk covers. It was still there when he tongued her clitoris and felt her body grow taut a moment before her climax ripped through her.

The satisfaction that mingled with his lust was unlike anything Remi had ever experienced before, and after caressing her through her release, when he rose to divest himself of his own clothes, the wild hunger rippling through him stunned him further.

He reached for a condom and was tugging it on when she slowly blinked her eyes open and sought his gaze.

‘Remi...’ she murmured.

Something shifted in his chest, and again his attempt to bat the sensation away felt woefully inadequate. Two steps brought him to her. He wrapped his arm beneath her and repositioned her on the pillows. Before she could speak he captured her mouth once again, eager to escape the worrisome sensations zinging through him.

He caressed her from nape to hip, with hands that weren’t quite steady. When he grabbed her arms and hooked them behind his neck she immediately wrapped them around him, clung on tight.

That wild craving to have her there always pierced him. No doubt it was the newness of this, the novelty of her innocence. No doubt he would be rid of these absurd notions once he’d had her.

With that thought, which had more tha

n a whiff of desperation attached to it, he slotted himself between her thighs and cupped her nape with one hand. Her lids slowly lifted, her alluring eyes meeting and clinging to his.

‘Are you ready to be mine, Madeleine?’

A tremor shook through her, then she nodded. ‘Yes.’

He positioned himself at her core. When her breath caught he lowered his head and delivered a gentle kiss. ‘Relax, ma petite.’

She breathed out.

With a muted groan, Remi pushed himself inside her snug, exquisite heat.

* * *

The flash of pain that ripped through Maddie drew a scream. Mindlessly, she dug her nails into his shoulders. He flinched, and yet his next kiss was as gentle as the last.

‘Be calm, Maddie. The worst is over.’

Wildly she shook her head, reluctant to breathe, reluctant to move. ‘I...can’t...’

‘You can. You will. You’re mine,’ he breathed against her lips, and surged inside her once more.

Prepared for further pain, Maddie gasped as a different sensation arrived. And stayed with his next thrust.

On the sixth, bliss such as she’d never known flowed up her spine. She’d thought that night in London had opened her eyes to pleasure. And again just now, when he’d used his mouth, she had imagined she’d crested the very pinnacle of desire.

The phenomenon of Remi moving powerful and deep and relentless inside her robbed her of everything except hedonistic pleasure. His mouth at her lips, her throat, his hands holding her tight to him wrought magic. She’d asked for everything. Everything was turning her inside out with ecstasy.

‘Oh... God!’

‘Oui...si...’

She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the mixture of languages that formed Montegovan sounded sexier than ever, whispered in her ear by its crown prince. Her husband.

‘Remi,’ she gasped as he angled her hips and surged deeper.

‘Dio mio, cosi exquisitivo. Dea...’

‘Translate...please. I... I want to know...’

‘You’re exquisite...a goddess,’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I will teach you Montegovan, then you will understand...’

‘Yes.’ She wanted that too. Everything. And more.