They should stop now. He should stop now. She lived in his world now, but would someday return to hers. It was a world with rules he didn’t even try to understand.
And yet he was nudged against her center. When one of her hands gripped his waistband, she pulled him even closer.
Leopold rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t want to ruin you,” he whispered.
“It’s too late for that.”
His control was hanging on a string.
She walked her fingertips up his stomach until she reached the ‘V” of his shirt and drew his mouth to hers.
He was lost, and nothing mattered but her. Not a princess, but the sweetest of women. They kissed and they fumbled. She laughed and he smiled against her skin.
“Let me…”
“I can.”
His trousers were open. Her hands seized his length. And somehow, he’d worked her breasts free of her bodice. Their mouths were equally desperate as they explored, unable to get close enough. He latched his mouth onto one rosy nipple and then the other.
She bit his shoulder.
He gripped her soft bottom.
Amelia dragged his length along her center and lined him up perfectly.
He forced himself to pause. To give her one last moment.
“Please?”
Ah… He held her gaze.Yes.
It was more than a nudge but not quite a thrust. Leopold winced, watching her expression, and for the sign that she was ready for more.
He withdrew a few inches and then buried himself deeper.
She was clinging to him with both her arms and her legs. Leopold held her tight, moving for both of them until she understood the rhythm.
It didn’t take long.
And this time, when he felt her shaking and pulsing, he was riding the wave with her. Lightning popped in the back of his mind. Vague images floated there. Images of swimming through the sea, of being slammed against the rocks, fighting for his life. Fighting because of her.
By God, he’d won.
Sharp tingling shot down his spine, and claiming her, he lost himself to this woman, finding his release, but more than that perhaps.
A reason to not only survive, but to live.
THE WORST INTERRUPTION
“Oh,” Amelia finally managed, keeping her arms around his neck even though she’d lost the ability to hold her legs around him a second longer.
She had no idea how much time had passed since she’d ventured into this hallowed cellar. It would forever be hallowed now. Considering she’d just experienced what could only be defined as a divine awakening.
“Oh?” He wiggled a little and drew back just enough to meet her eyes.
“Again… unexpected.” Amelia bit her lip.
“Was it?” He tilted his head sideways and she couldn’t resist smoothing a wayward lock of inky hair away from his face.
