Remember the man he had been, before. Not the seducer, not the prince who hadn’t thought beyond his own pleasure, but the courtly gentleman. She made him want to waltz with her, to walk with her at his side, to charm her and woo her, to win her and wed her, to present her to his people as his bride. She made him want things he hadn’t thought to ever want again.
A future, a home, a woman in his bed. One woman, for forever.
Her.
Pamela’s fingers threaded through his hair, and she kissed him back, tongue gliding against his. Her scent was on the bedclothes, rising around them, floral and musky. Filling him with the driving need to possess her. His cock was painfully hard, trapped between them, but he wasn’t ready to attend to his own pleasure yet. First, he wanted hers.
Wanted her wild.
Theo left her lips to kiss his way to her ear. When he found the sensitive hollow and licked, she gave a throaty moan of delight. She was so deliciously responsive everywhere, and he gloried in her sensual nature. Of all women on earth, no other could have been more perfectly made for him. She was his.
But words were beyond his ken now, so he would show her the only way he could, with his body loving hers. He was torn apart by twin desires: to slowly savor every bit of taking her and to be inside her immediately. He kissed his way down her throat, bracing himself on his forearms so that he could find the place where her pulse pounded with frantic beats. And then over the delicate ridge of her collarbone, trailing kisses to her shoulder. Creamy and rounded, it called for his teeth. Gently, he nipped her there, delighting in her response.
She was impatient, moving beneath him, her hand slipping between them to grasp his cock. “I want you inside me, Theo.”
Grinding his molars against the sheer pleasure of her hand on him, stroking, he took her wrist in a gentle grasp. “Not yet, love.”
He kissed the supple curve of her breast, then sucked the peak as he caressed her waist. She made another breathy sound of approval, so he laved her nipple with his tongue, ringing it with lazy swirls as he glanced up. A pink flush had swept over her, and her kiss-swollen lips were parted. He lapped again, and she arched her back, thrusting the pillowy softness forward like an offering.
One he accepted. He glided his touch to her hip then inward, over her thigh to her perfect, wet cunny. Deus, she was dripping, and all from him sucking on her pretty little nipples. He moved to her other breast, lavishing attention on the pebbled tip as he dragged a finger through her folds, parting her. When he stroked over her clitoris, she gave a throaty moan and pumped her hips, telling him wordlessly that this was what she wanted.
He stroked and sucked and she made sweet, soft sounds of surrender, her body his to claim. No jaded lady at court eager to bed him because he had been a prince had ever given herself to him like this, with complete abandon, nary a hint of artifice. Pamela was all flame, and he gloried in it as he dragged his finger lower and buried his face between her breasts, kissing that smooth expanse of flesh between.
He found her entrance and swirled more of her dew, teasing her with shallow dips until she was panting, her body bowing toward him as if she were an instrument only he knew how to play. For a moment, he leveraged himself up on one arm so that he could better admire her. Pale, sleek skin, generous breasts, hair unbound in glossy waves over her pillow. Decadent, womanly curves. And the glory of her thighs, parted to reveal the pouting bud of her pearl, the wetness on her curls, on his fingers.
Theo watched his finger disappear inside her, relishing in the tight, welcoming heat of her cunny. They both inhaled sharply, because it was good, so good, the feel of her, the grip, watching her hips roll to bring him deeper.
“Theo.” His name was a frustrated moan now, and she clasped his wrist in a pleading grip, as if to make him move faster.
But no, he wasn’t done tormenting either of them. Wasn’t finished thoroughly enjoying every second of watching her fall apart. His finger still buried inside her, he kissed his way down her body, until his shoulders were between her parted legs and he could kiss each of her inner thighs.
He withdrew his finger slowly, then pushed it inside her again, reaching for the place where she was so desperately sensitive. He knew the moment he found it by her reaction, another gasp, her feet going flat on the bedclothes so she could thrust herself higher, meeting his motions.
Pleased, Theo lowered his head, unerringly finding her clitoris and sucking.
Fingers found his hair, his shoulders. Urging him on. Hips rocked beneath him. The taste of her filled him with fiery need. She was sweet and musky and delicious. He wanted to fuck her with his tongue until she screamed. Wanted to claim every part of her, to make her weak with desire. Wanted to see how many times he could make her come with nothing more than his lips and tongue and fingers.
Not enough. The fire inside him was burning bright.
He withdrew from her and dragged his mouth along her folds, until he found where he wanted to be. His tongue sank deep, and he stroked her, in and out, in and out, just as he intended to do with his cock. As he licked into her, he strummed her pearl, using tight circles and pressure until she cried out, shaking and shuddering beneath him, and her walls pulsed around his tongue.
And then he latched on to her bud again, sucking as he slipped two fingers into her, thrusting and filling her.
“Theo, sweet God.”
He was ravenous. “Come again,” he said against her slick heat, flicking her with his tongue and then using his teeth to gently nibble.
“More. Please. I need you.”
Ah, yes. She was unraveling for him, his perfectly proper marchioness losing control. Her voice was breathy and sultry, her fingers grasping at him everywhere she could in plea. Fingernails raked over his shoulders, his scalp.
“Again,” he repeated, then sucked hard on her needy bud as he sank his fingers in and out in quick pumps, giving her just what he knew she liked.
“I can’t…I…oh!”
Yes,oh, he wanted to say out loud, but couldn’t find the strength for anything other than lovemaking. He was proving her wrong, mercilessly licking, sucking, and thrusting. And she was wet and writhing beneath him, everything he wanted. He curled his fingers, caught her clitoris in a gentle bite, and she bucked against him, spasming around his fingers, her cunny and thighs quaking from the force of her second spend.
Triumphant and desperately hard, he rose on his knees, guiding his cock to her opening. With one roll of his hips, he was fully seated inside her, deep, so deep. And Deus, she felt better than she ever had, clamping on him so wet and greedy. He urged her legs to wrap around him, and then he lowered his body over her until they were pressed as closely together as before, breast to chest, hip to hip, skin to skin.
