Page 36 of Awakened On Her Royal Wedding Night
It was all the encouragement she needed to tug open the towel and drop to her knees before him.
Oh. She had never had such a close-up look at a fully aroused man. For a moment, she was all curiosity and shyness and fearful of hurting him, touching him very tentatively.
The way his breath hissed in drew her gaze upward.
“Are you trying to kill me?” His abdomen was sucked hollow, his lips thin with strain.
A delightful wave of power rose within her. She clasped him in her fist and did what he had done to her. She offered a thorough, brazen lick that had him slapping his two hands to the door above her, leaning a fraction closer into the heat of her mouth.
Oh, it was satisfying to feel him shake with desire as she learned his shape and textures and taste. His thigh under her exploring hand was rock-hard, his buttock tense—all of him drawn tight with excitement.
He wasn’t nearly so uncontrolled as she had been, though. He pulsed his hips a few times and released noises of barely contained restraint, but after a few moments, he caressed her cheek and said, “You can finish me like this if you want to. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen or felt, but I want to be inside you,cara mia. Would you like that?”
She released him and he helped her rise. He didn’t take her to the bed, though. He pressed his body against hers again, trapping her against the cool door again. His hard flesh left its impression against her belly while his hands stole all over her, lighting fresh fires within her as he kissed her again and again.
Her restless hands skated over his taut skin, learning the landscape of his ribs and lower back, his buttocks and flat hips and the pebbled nipples on his chest.
His kiss went into her neck and across her collarbone while his fingers returned to the flesh he had claimed so thoroughly, inciting her all over again, plying and teasing, preparing her to receive a deeper, thicker penetration.
When her inner muscles were clinging to his touch and her hips lifting in invitation, he nuzzled her temple and whispered, “If you want me there, guide me.”
“Here?” Against the door?
“It will slow me down.” His mouth twisted with self-deprecation. “I won’t go too deep or thrust too hard. If you’d rather stop—”
Never.
She felt shameless and overt as she clasped his pulsing flesh and stood on her tiptoes to rub his tip against her slippery, yearning flesh. He bent his knees and here his superior experience came to the fore. Very suddenly, very undeniably, he was penetrating her.
His hand cradled the side of her face. “Look at me. Tell me if it hurts.”
“It doesn’t. It—Oh.A little.” The implacable stretch threatened pain, making her bite her lip in apprehension, but she slid her hand to his lower back in a signal for him to continue.
He held still, very still. His eyes glittered behind the screen of his spiky lashes.
“This is the most exquisite hell,” he told her with a caress of his thumb against her cheek.
“Please don’t stop. I want—” She tilted her hips and brought one knee up to wrap her heel behind his thigh, accepting any pain that might happen because she sensed the pleasure behind it. The fulfillment.
As she pulled him in, there was a fresh sting. Heat. A throb deep inside her and the pressure of his pubic bone against the swollen knot of nerves that sent a gratifying swirl of joy through her pelvis.
With a shaken sigh, he sealed his mouth to hers and dropped his hand from her cheek to cradle her bottom. He used his forearm to hug her leg against his hip. In small, abbreviated thrusts, he ground himself against her, the friction subtle but deliciously effective.
There was something deeply provocative in being trapped this way against an unlocked door, forced to be quiet while such incredible sensuality built inside her. She closed her fist in his hair and sucked on his tongue and reveled in the growing pressure that felt too hot and intense to contain.
Suddenly, he lifted his head and pulled his hips back, only to return in a thrust of couched strength. The flood of pleasure against her sensitized nerve endings was astronomical. She let out a helpless cry, then another as he did it again.
“Now,cara mia. Let go.Now.”
His hips returned to hers. Harder. Faster. He forced all the coiled density of need inside her to collapse and explode. In a rush of exquisite pleasure, she was launched. Flying. Moaning and clinging and arching for more, utterly abandoned in her greed forall of him.
He picked her up with both hands beneath her backside and pumped strongly, prolonging her climax so it struck again and again before his whole body crushed her to the door. He strained and shuddered and tipped back his head to release a roar of triumph.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Claudine said.
“Why?” Felipe snapped from his doze. Somehow, he had carried her to the bed and scraped back the covers before they’d fallen to the mattress. His attempt to catch his breath had turned into the twilight between reality and dreams.
Actually, that was where he’d been from the moment she had walked through the door.
