“Well then, I’m going to need you to get up on the bed and lie on your back for me.”
His gentle yet demanding words melted her, and Adalia’s heart skipped a beat.
Dragging herself backwards until she reached the pillows, she lay back against them with her hair fanning out beneath her.
Matthias climbed onto the bed and nestled himself between her legs—positioned above her, before gently claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Adalia closed her eyes and moaned, her hands grasping his back—digging her nails in ever so slightly.
The prince pressed his lips from her mouth, along her jaw, and over her skin as he made his way down to her supple breasts. He ran a thumb over one of her hardened, pearl shaped nipples and Adalia moaned again, pressing her body into his touch. Dipping his head, Matthias clamped his teeth around it, flicking his tongue over it ever so softly. A cry escaped her, and she writhed beneath the caress of his mouth.
“We can’t let the other one feel left out, can we now?” The prince grinned as he lifted his head and found her other breast with his warm tongue.
Adalia whimpered and pulled Matthias up to her face. “I want you now.”
“Are you ready for me?”
With heat flooding her face, Adalia nodded. “I think so . . .”
Slowly reaching a hand down between her legs, Matthias dragged his fingers over the most sensitive part of her body and she gasped at his touch.
“Oh yes, you’re ready . . . good girl.”
The prince grinned as he leaned down to kiss her swollen lips, his inked arms on either side of her face. He cradled himself between her thighs and waited until she nodded before slowly pushing into her. Flutters erupted into her being as he entered her with his broad tip. Her hands gripped the fabric beneath them. Adalia breathed, willing her body to accommodate his size.
The pain was mild as Matthias filled her—a small sting and the worst of it was over.
Matthias pulled out and pushed back in, excruciatingly slow. His eyes stayed locked on hers.
“Now you’re teasing,” Adalia whispered in short gasps.
“I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”
Adalia shook her head and arched her back under his touch. They’d been through so much pain together, but this kind was welcome. “I don’t care. I need you.”
Matthias slowly pulled out and Adalia groaned.
Smiling down at her, Matthias slid back in a single inch. “Promise me you will always tell me how you feel?”
Adalia bit her bottom lip and wrapped her legs around his—trying to pull him closer. Her skin clammy with anticipation.
“Promise me you will always tell me what you want?”
“I promise . . . now please Matthias…”
“Please what, my love?” he whispered against her lips.
Adalia dragged her hands through his hair before bringing them down to cup his face. “Iwantyou to make me yours.”
Adalia uttered the words and then gasped when the prince sunk into her warmth all the way to the hilt. Their hips flush together.
Her body floated into a different realm as fire travelled from her toes all the way to her fingertips. With a foggy mind, Adalia arched beneath Matthia’s weight—a silent plea for more.
The dance between two lovers began, whose souls were entwined from the very moment in time, two different stories destined to become one.
The prince pumped into her slowly at first with perfect rhythm, and Adalia watched his face, his eyes darkened with desire.
As the pace quickened, his hips rolled, bringing a surge of pleasure each time his body met hers.
