“Prim,” he murmured against her lips. “I won’t stop.”
“Good.”
He adjusted his body between her thighs, the thin fabric of her chemise hitched up to expose her legs. This position brought him flush against her core, and Prim felt the hardness of his desire against her core.
He ground into her with one deliberate roll of his hips, sending an intoxicating blaze all over her body. She moaned at the friction that whispered delicious, sinful things to her body.
“Leo!”
“Tell me you truly want this, Prim.”
“Please. Yes, I do. I do.”
His smile was a wicked promise. And Prim was going to hold him to that.
CHAPTER 19
Ducal Chambers
Leo didn’t let her catch her breath, he branded her with a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the devastating rhythm that was undoing her. He felt her cling to him, digging into his shoulders, and his kiss turned hungry. For a month, for a whole month, he wanted this, having her in his arms like this. Night after night, he got hard thinking of her in the next room, in these clothes that were now his unravelling.
His tongue circled around her the same way his hips dragged over her core. He could feel her hot, wet center through his own breeches as he had her pinned against the door. He knew that under that nightgown, laid her bare skin and that was a torture so sweet that bordered on agony.
He abandoned her mouth to cherish her throat, his tongue lapping that spot behind her ear that made her toes curl. He gripped her tighter around him and opened the door. She tiedher arms around his neck, not questioning him for a moment, trusting in him completely. His head dipped him her neck to nip and bite and kiss.
Leo reached his chambers, that stupidly forbidden land that was his prison for all this time. He opened the door, entered and kicked it shut. The fire was burning strong, the room warm. The moonlight was as if made for that night, shedding a silver light that bathed his huge bed.
He walked to his bed and laid her on the dark sheets. He feasted upon her vision with greed. Her lilly skin against the dark blue beddings, her ivory nightgown bathed in moonlight.
“No more locked doors,” he said, his voice a rough scrape. “You are in my chambers now, Prim.”
She looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Finally,” she said.
A dark, possessive thrill rose inside him. He was done keeping his distance. He would annihilate the space between them till nothing, but his name remained on her lips.
He climbed on bed caging her with his body. He dipped his head and found the bow at the top of her nightgown with is teeth. He pulled and the bow unraveled, revealing the top of her breasts, those perfect orbs. He looked up into her eyes as his fingers rolled the fabric off her shoulders, revealing her to him.
The firelight danced on her skin, catching the curves of her face, her breasts shining in the moonlight. One more pull and the nightgown pooled down her waist, her nipples peaked and ready for his touch.
“Oh, my Prim,” he breathed.
Slowly, his fingers rolled one taut nipple, and Prim all but catapulted out of bed. He leaned closer, pinning her beneath him. Where his fingers were was now his tongue, circling that peak before taking it in his mouth. Her hands flew in his hair to keep him there, though he had no intention of going anywhere. He cupped both breasts, laving between them with his mouth, memorizing her taste, the feel of her, committing it to memory. She writhed beneath him, her broken sighs and whimpers filling his empty room.
He got up on his knees between her legs at pulled his shirt off. Her eyes widened in desire as her gaze took him in, watching him move, and reveal his body. Leo smiled with satisfaction to see her eyes go wide. His little wife liked what he was offering.
Hands steady, he caught the nightgown around her waist and pulled it over her thighs, down her legs, and off her feet till she was lying bare on his bed, a radiating diamond on his dark bed. He moaned and watched her blush.
“You are beautiful, Ms. P.J.”
He didn’t wait for her response. He leaned over her again, this time aiming straight for those aching, demanding peaks ofher breasts. One hand kept her steady while the other seemed determined to undo them both as it trailed down, over the skin in her stomach, her delicate hipbone. Then down, where she was waiting for him, budding and wet.
“Leo, please.”
“I will, Prim,” he promised. “Open for me.”
Prim looked up, shocked at his command, but her body was already under his control, so she pulled her feet up, and her legs fell open for him. One slow, persistent swipe of his finger from her wet core to her tight bundle and a long, loud sigh left her mouth as her body arched.
