Not what he wanted to hear. He applied his thumb to her clitoris, rubbing.
“Ah,” she said, hips moving again. “Maxim.”
“That’s my name, sweeting. Say it when you come.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Now tell me you want to feel me inside you too.”
“I shouldn’t.” She was so beautiful, her skin flushed with desire, her lips parted, her pupils large and black in her stunning eyes. So torn between duty and loyalty and what she desired. He knew the feeling all too well. It had haunted him for most of his life.
“But you want to,” he said, needing more.
Needing everything she would give him.
“Maxim.” Her tone was one of protest, but she didn’t make a move to withdraw from him.
Too much blasted loyalty for an undeserving princess who had abandoned her to her fate. But he wouldn’t think of that now, nor of the woman he was honor-bound to make his queen. Because there was only one woman he wanted, one woman who brought him to his knees, and she was here with him, a miracle fashioned of seductive feminine curves and hot, wet flesh and husky sighs.
He worked her pearl with dedicated precision, his thumb fluttering over her in relentless pulses until her hips were chasing his touch and she had forgotten all her objections. Or at least, he hoped to God that she had.
“Tansy, sweeting. Let me inside.” He paused, his aversion to begging warring with the furor of his desire. “Please.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
She nodded, catching her lip between her teeth. And he kissed the indecision from her mouth as he probed through her folds, his finger sliding inside her tight sheath.
Her muscles gripped him, threatening to push him from her body. And fuck, if it wasn’t the most erotic moment of his life, feeling her so wet and hot, her body so ready for his. He sankhis finger deeper, her cunny clenching hard on him. So slick and needy.
And greedy.
His cock pulsed, yearning for what his finger had.
He wanted to thrust mindlessly into her, to fill her with his cock until she screamed out her pleasure and drowned him in a river of her sweet dew.
They were staring into each other’s eyes, their ragged breaths mingling, their gazes clashing. And he was inside her cunny. Just his finger. He eased it out and then slid it back inside, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could. Unable to keep from fucking her. That was how good she felt, how right, how perfect.
“Oh,” she gasped as he deepened his thrusts, keeping his thumb swirling over her bud in tight circles. Her head fell forward until her forehead pressed to his. “You…this…oh God.”
Yes, it was heavenly. Words couldn’t begin to do justice to the sensation. His finger moved with a determination his prick envied. Sliding in and out, thumb working her. She was gasping, writhing, close. So close. Wild, too. She’d lost her prim air, and in its place was a sensual goddess.
He loved it.
Maxim buried his face in her throat, breathing in the heavenly scent of her, determined to give her pleasure. Needing it.
And she gave him what he wanted in a long moan, her upper body bowing into his, a tremble rushing through her as her cunny clamped on his finger.
“So damned lovely,” he whispered to her, and he was so far gone that he couldn’t be sure which language he used.
It didn’t matter. He doubted Tansy even heard him. Her body was still trembling beneath the force of her release. Andalthough the hot clench of her on his finger was delicious, his cock was straining wildly, desperate for release.
He withdrew from her but didn’t remove his touch, slicking her dew over her bud and earning another seductive gasp.
“You make me…”
Her words trailed off.
Words he wanted.
Words he had to have.
