Page 35 of Awakened On Her Royal Wedding Night
“You should leave,” he said hoarsely.
His voice made her skin tighten. The air seemed to crackle with static.
“I...” Her throat was very dry, her own voice husked. “I want to talk to you.”
“We’ll talk in the car.”
“I just want to know why we have to get married so fast.”
He let out a choked breath and threw back his shot of alcohol.
“I just spent fifteen minutes in the shower thinking of all the things I want to do with you, trying to tame this lust. I mean this with the utmost respect, Claudine, but get the hell out before I start doing them.”
She reflexively backed herself into the door, but couldn’t help asking, “What kinds of things?”
“Do you completely lack any sense of self-preservation?” He set aside his glass and stalked toward her. “The kinds of things where you have to set the limits because I don’t have any.” He guided her hand to the door latch near her hip.
It was the only way he touched her and she felt bereft when his hand fell away from hers. The heat of his body was a spell that wafted out to paralyze her, melting her bones and her ability to think and any sense of resistance. He smelled fresh and spicy and intoxicating. She was mesmerized by the twitch of his nostrils and the tension around his mouth and the way his scar stood out against the flush of color that sat under his skin.
“Are we doing this, then?” He hooked one finger into her belt. The slippery silk disintegrated and the edges fell open.
She didn’t move to cover herself, wanting to see his reaction.
His hot gaze scorched her skin as he slid his hands inside the robe. He skimmed her shoulders so the loose robe dropped off her shoulders, leaving her naked. Her breasts were already full and heavy, aching for his touch as he traced his fingertips down her arms before he gathered the swells and gently crushed them.
His mouth came down on hers with equal, tender force.
She moaned at the powerful jolt of need that rang through her. She had been waiting for this,yearningfor it, but the maelstrom of sensations was so alarming she sought to catch at anything solid. Her hands found the smooth heat of his biceps, his shoulders, the muscles at the base of his neck and the dampness of his hair.
Then he was gone. She opened her eyes to see him sinking to his knees before her.
“This is what I’m going to do,” he warned as his heavy hands clasped the tops of her thighs. His thumbs traced the crease on either side of her naked mound. He waited a pulse beat, allowing her to refuse, then he said with foreboding,“First.”
He was shockingly blatant, sliding his thumbs to part her and leaning in to paint his tongue across her sensitive flesh in a very flagrant claiming.
She gasped at the intensity of it, but she had nowhere to retreat to. She was pressed to the door and had to swallow her cry of pleasure so Vinicio wouldn’t hear it.
Felipe showed her no mercy. His clever mouth and touch swept and invaded and caressed until her entire world shrank to this, only this, the place he pleasured so mercilessly. Within moments she was cresting a pinnacle, suffused in a shower of stars.
As she shook and bit back her cries and tried to find something solid to hold onto, she found only the panels in the door and the fine strands of his hair as he stayed on his knees before her.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” He rubbed his lips against her skin. “I know,cara mia. Me, too.” He sounded both sympathetic and amused.
Then he did itagain.
Her second orgasm was even more powerful.
She was fully sagged against the door in its aftermath, needing the press of his hot chest to hold her up when he rose to kiss her, long and just a little rough. He still wore his towel. Its fluffy texture pressed the tops of her thighs and cushioned the shape of his erection against her as he used his weight to press her to the wood.
She mindlessly ran her hands over the smooth skin of his shoulders and upper arms, trying to sate an appetite that seemed to have only sharpened, rather than been satisfied.
“Now,” he said in a guttural voice, nose brushing hers. “I want you to leave before this goes any further.”
Nowshe found her resistance becauseno. She refused to be the only one who was leveled by this acute hunger while he smugly enjoyed how thoroughly he’d taken her apart.
She touched his shoulder so he took a half step back, then caught the towel to keep him from moving any further than that.
A flare of pure, wild hunger flexed across his expression.
