‘Dios. Enough.’
At her soft protest, his eyes narrowed. ‘Do you feel rested enough to take me again?’
Heat rushing faster up her face, she bit her lip and nodded.
Valenti stepped out for a minute, then returned, condom in hand. Silently handed it to her.
She eagerly tore it free, her hands shaking.
The second she sheathed him, he growled, ‘Turn around.’ Strong hands captured hers, lifted them high above her head to pin on the shower wall. ‘Stay,’ he ordered.
It was the third time he’d issued that command in this cabin, and her senses now responded with an eagerness she couldn’t deny. When one thick thigh slotted between hers to widen her stance, every nerve in her body shivered in excitement.
Then he was breaching her entrance, surging hard and so deliciously powerfully inside her that she cried out in delight.
‘You are so beautiful,mi amante. So magnificently tight.Fuck, you wreck me.’
Robbed of breath and sense, she could only squeeze her eyes shut, sob her desire as he took her to the very edge of the world. His thick groans triggered her release, pleasure unbelievably more intense than before rocking her very foundations, rendering her boneless once more as he roared his release, then scooped her up in his arms.
Once again, the need to speak became unnecessary, their movements languid as he dried her gently and they went to the bedroom. She dressed in a soft grey lounge set, he in a dark T-shirt and pair of joggers minus underwear that almost made her swallow her tongue when her gaze became riveted to the muscled V-cut of his pelvis.
‘If you want to leave this room and make a stab at having a normal day, you’ll stop looking at me like that,’ he advised with a wicked gleam in his silver eyes.
Her face, once again tomato red, drew husky laughter from him. She revelled in the sound she hadn’t heard before and somehow doubted she would once they left this place.
The reminder snagged at her euphoria, dimming it after they’d gone downstairs to his office, and she’d ensconced herself with a book in the armchair beneath the window across from his desk. She willed herself not to stare as he slipped into dual roles of prince and security expert, easily switching between Cartanian, English and French with consummate ease.
Astonishingly, after ten minutes, the dark hypnotic drone of his voice settled her racing heart, allowing her to delve deeper into her book.
Only to look up a short while later to find him staring at her. What he held in his hand was what drew her attention.
The camera he’d presented her with yesterday. The one they’d used to shoot content she’d totally forgotten about after their return.
She set the book aside, glad for the chance to do something else besides gawp at him. Glancing outside, she saw that the snow wasn’t falling as ferociously as before. ‘I think it’s a good time to grab some pictures from the porch, maybe shoot a short video before the weather worsens again.’
To her surprise, he shook his head. ‘Not just yet. Maybe later.’
Her eyes widened. ‘Why not?’
For a tight stretch he remained silent, but a peculiar expression darted across his face. Then he bit out, ‘You still look…well sated. I’m reluctant to share that with anyone else. I’ll have to insist on being the only one who sees you like this.’
Her whole body flamed this time, especially when he pinned her with a stare so ravenous she lost the rhythm of her breathing. Then she turned even more frazzled when he picked up the camera. ‘May I?’ he asked.
Her head moved almost of its own volition even though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was agreeing to.
He rose fluidly to his feet, and rounded his desk to perch on the edge. Forcing herself not to drool at his raw masculinity,to just breathe dammit, she watched his arm rise, the lens aimed at her.
‘What are you doing?’ she muttered as he clicked rapidly.
He stopped to flick through the photos he’d taken, his gaze glinting with dark appreciation. ‘These are not for publicconsumption,’ he said firmly, a far too possessive note in his voice that sent further fireworks through her bloodstream.
Rapt, she watched him raise the camera once more, prowling close with each half a dozen or so images he captured, until he dropped into a crouch before her.
Lotte knew she was exposing far more than was wise as she stared into the black lens, but she couldn’t seem to gather the strength to reinforce her armour. Her attention sharpened on him when he took several up close, then muttered under his breath in Cartanian.
‘What did you say?’ she asked far too breathlessly.
He exhaled heavily, then shook his head. ‘Never mind.’
