“So perfect,” he rumbled, voice low and his breath steamy against her inner thighs.
She wiggled, pushing backward, seeking him. Her reward was his hot, wet tongue.
They made love for the second time that morning. Or, rather, he made love to her while she happily fulfilled the role of hedonistic pampered princess.
As George came down from galactic heights, she rolled onto her stomach again—having somehow wound up on her back—and popped her bottom into the air.
Isahn growled as he slipped around behind her, his knees between her calves. The thick head of his cock bobbed against her slit, teasing her.
Scooting back, she pushed herself against his erection. His hard shaft nestled between her cheeks when he leaned over her. With one naughty hand, he tweaked her nipples, and she squeaked.
His scorching kiss met the side of her neck. “You’re sure? Like this?”
“Oh, yes,” she rasped. Unwilling to lose the sensations of his palms on her breasts, George sent fingers of touch magic to grasp him and guide him where he needed to be.
Isahn slid into her in one smooth motion, his hips hitting the backs of her thighs, balls slapping against her overly sensitive center. She was so very full, and it felt so exceptional she couldn’t stop herself from crying out, muffling her voice in the pillows.
“Faster,” George managed between gasps.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her ass and drove in again and agai—
A rapid knock sounded on the door.
“Fuuu...” Isahn pulled free with a groan, rolling to the side with his cock glistening in the sunlight.
George rolled onto her back, offering him a frown. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not you at the do—”
The knock came again.
With a beleaguered sigh, George swung off the bed. Her right foot found her discarded robe on the carpet. Pinching it between her toes, she tossed it up and grabbed the fluttering fabric before it pooled back on the floor. While she knotted her belt, Georgetta cracked open the door.
Eanraig stopped short of barreling into her face.
“Deiwa!” She hopped back. “Were you knocking with your body?”
“Aye.” He nodded, unashamed. “Princess...” Though his tone was somber, his eyes held a hint of mischief.
Something in the fourteen-year-old’s too-wise gaze told George she didn’t want to have this conversation in the hallway. “Come in.”
Heart thundering, and not from Isahn, she shut the door and ushered Ean over with a wave of her hand.
“Yer invited to dine with yer da tonight,” Ean announced. “He had word sent over. Called it a family affair.”
In the four days that had passed since Viceroy Doukas’s invitations went out to their vast and varied allies, George had heard nothing from the king. Not a peep. She’d hardly evenseenher father; just one time in the corridor during her return trip from visiting Adda in the kitchens. He’d only nodded in passing.
It was like she stepped out of her body as a voice said, “Perfect,” and she realized it was her own.
“Did I hear that right?” Isahn rounded the corner behind George, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back.
His quiet support shoved her into herself.
“Ach!” Ean covered his eyes and hurled himself backward, hitting the closet door with athunk.
George glanced over to see Isahn’s bare shoulders, bare torso, bare... everything. He stood, proud as can be, at half-mast. She laughed.
After flicking down, Isahn’s eyes came up wider than she’d ever seen. “Sorry!” He ducked around the corner.
