Seducing His Princess (Married by Royal Decree 3)

He let her storm him, let her show him the measure of her pent-up craving and impatience. Then he took over.

He’d show her six years’ worth of hunger. Then he’d give her satiation well worth the wait.

He bit into her lower lip, showing her the power of his own craving, before he suckled it inside his mouth in long, smooth pulls, drawing more plumpness into her succulent flesh, then plunging his tongue inside her.

Her whimpers became incessant, her hands clenched in his hair as she wrestled with him for deeper surrender, the pain of her urgency excruciating pleasure. She crushed her breasts into his chest, cushioning him, one leg escaping his prison to wind around his hip in abandon. She was showing him she wanted anything he’d do to her. Anything at all.

Then she moaned into his mouth, “Touch me, Mohab, all over. Do everything to me, don’t be gentle...I can’t bear for you to be gentle.... I want your full force. I want you inside me, hard and long and now...now, Mohab. I can’t wait anymore...I can’t wait....”

Elation sizzled in his blood. She’d never been this vocal, never told him what she wanted or how she wanted it.

“Aih, gulili aish betridi—tell me what you want, ya galbi.” His voice shook as he pushed the robe off her shoulders, then raised her arms over her head once more and, in a luxurious upward sweep, freed her from her nightgown. She only had bikini panties beneath, which he took off, as well. Then he pulled back to fill his eyes with her. “Ma ajmalek, ya habibati, ajmal men zekrayati, men ahlami.”

“You are.” She pressed kisses onto any part of him she reached, his chest, arms, hands. “So much more beautiful than my memories and my dreams.”

Arousal hammering in his blood, pounding in his loins, he sculpted her in a frenzy of memory and rediscovery, owned each remembered inch of her silken skin, kneading new curves, digging into strength and soft femininity. Her flesh hummed beneath his fingers, electrifying him.

Her teeth sank into his hand. “Touch my breasts....”

A chuckle revved in his chest, resonating his delight that she was so aggressively demanding his pleasuring. He loved it.

“Amrek ya hayati, command me.” He took their weight in his palms and stared at their ripened perfection, stroking their turgid flesh in wonder, squeezing their incredible resilience, circling the buds he’d tasted during so many rides to ecstasy. They were thicker now, darker, more mouthwatering.

With a long whimper, she attacked his pajama bottoms. He let her push them down his hips, growling as she released an erection that had long hardened to steel. Rising to release himself fully, he watched her fling herself up at him, then rumbled as she bunched her hands in his back muscles and latched her teeth into the muscles of his abdomen and torso, writhing against him as if she’d mingle their flesh.

He subdued her back to the bed and she wound herself around him, her voice a thread about to snap. “Come inside me, Mohab...don’t make me wait anymore...please...please...”

He devoured her pleas, unleashed now that he knew only the savagery of his need would satisfy her.

His lips relinquishing hers, he sowed a path of kisses and suckles lower, until he possessed her breasts, raining bites over their engorged beauty until she crushed his head to her, mashing her flesh into his mouth. He latched on to one nipple, then the other, alternating heavy pulls and sharp nips, each rewarded by a lurch and a shriek.

When he felt her stimulation becoming distress, his hands dragged over her soft, satiny flesh to her core. Spreading her, he slid between her feminine lips, growling with the extent of her readiness. He was coming apart needing to be inside her, but he had to prepare her. For he wouldn’t be gentle when he took her. As she’d commanded. Clamping his lips on hers, he probed her, plunged two, then three fingers inside her hot channel.

Her thighs clamped his hand, her fingers dug into his scalp as her body convulsed, sharp, spasmodic squeals gusting into his lungs. She was climaxing. With but a touch. He’d aroused her that much.

He allowed himself a moment to watch her in the throes of satisfaction, the sight he’d starved for for six bleak years. Then he took her mouth again, doing to it what his fingers still did to her core, feeding her frenzy, loving every jerk, drinking every last whimper until she slumped in his arms, all precious, satisfied woman.

Or so he thought. In a minute, her lips found his chest again, her leg rubbing against his hardness. Imprisoning it in both of his, he clamped the hand that greedily caressed his shaft.

“I want to touch you, Mohab, taste you....”

The memory alone of her head bowed at his loins, her hair spread on his thighs, the sweep of her back, the flare of her hips as she rubbed herself against his legs like a feline in heat, moaning her pleasure as she worshipped him with trembling hands and swollen lips, almost made him come.

“Later, Jala. Own me later. Areed aklek, akhullusek—I want to devour you, finish you.”

“No...just come inside me....” She wrapped her legs around his hips, ground her moist heat over his erection.

He savored the torture for a moment, absorbing her need, then opened her folds with the head of his erection, and she mewled and spread herself wider for him, the sound and sight almost making his skull burst. He circled the engorged bud of her arousal, drawing more keens, more prodding twists in his hair. Then he slid from her grasp and moved between her thighs.

Before she could protest again, he took her feminine lips in a voracious kiss, his tongue lapping her in long sweeps. Her protests fractured only when he suckled her bud until he had her thrashing, begging. When he knew she couldn’t stand anymore, he bit down on her.

The force of her release razed through his body, almost triggering his. He again pushed three fingers inside her, sharpening her pleasure, lapping up its flood until her voice broke and her body slumped.

Still lapping at her, soothing now, he rested his head over her trembling thigh, tenderness a rising tide through the sustained agony. How he’d missed pleasuring her.

Her shaking hands wound in his hair again, dragging him up by it as he’d dreamed she’d do for so long. He obeyed her, swept up over her, sank languorously into her kiss. Reveling in her hands roaming his body, he could feel her extracting his soul, reclaiming him with her raging need.

She suckled his earlobe, bit it, sending a million arrows lodging into his erection, whispered in a voice roughened by abandon and satisfaction, “Now will you come inside me?”

“Enti to’morini...you only have to command me.”