I never want this ride to end. I want this moment to last forever, with his lips on my throat and his erection rocking against me, making me wetter by the second.
“So youwerejealous,” I say as his lips plant kisses down my chest.
“Fuck the prince,” he growls, kissing the swell of my breasts.
His words send a twisted thrill through me.
“Take off your trousers,” I demand.
“No.”
I pause, frowning. “Why not?”
“I’m not fucking you in a carriage.”
“What does it matter? This won’t ever happen again after tonight.”
“I really wish you’d stop lying to yourself.”
“Thane,” I snap.
“Zaira,” he snaps back.
I huff and start to sit up, ready to push him away, but he forces me back down with a forearm to my chest.
“I said I’m notfuckingyou in this carriage. I never said I couldn’t please you in it.” He scans my face with blazing gold eyes. “That’s what you want, right? For me to please you?”
I’d be a fool to deny it. My body is way too worked up for my own good.
I nod eagerly. “Yes.”
“Soyouwere lying.” His deep chuckle fills the coach. “This does mean something to you.”
Holy Crystal. The Shadow Realm must be bathed in light right now because Thane Valkor just laughed. Out loud. Should I point it out to him? No, no. I won’t mention it. He might not ever laugh again just to spite me.
I want to hear it again, though. Many more times.
To keep us in this moment, I say, “If you keep talking, I’m going to shove you out and hope you hit your head on a rock.”
I watch him fight a smile as something tugs at my underpants. It keeps tugging; however, when I look down, I don’t see a thing.
“Tilt your hips,” Thane instructs. That magical hand of his is clearly at play again. I lift my hips so he can lower my underwear just enough for the magical hand to have access.
I gasp when I feel the warmth of it skim through my delicate lips. Thane’s eyes burn bright gold as he kisses me again, massaging one of my breasts with one hand while the other cradles the side of my head. As he does, the invisible hand dips inside me before pulling back out and circling my most sensitive spot until I buck beneath his hardened body, gasping.
Caging my bottom lip between his teeth, he keeps the magic going, rubbing my swelling bundle of nerves before allowing it to take careful thrusts inside me. I hold on to him as he releases my lip to give me a tender kiss. My moans grow louder, and he disrupts the kiss to drag his mouth to the shell of my ear.
“You’re so wet for me, Zaira,” he rasps.
I suck in a breath, clenching my thighs around his magic. Hearing him say my name drives me crazy.
“No. Don’t hold back now,” he growls, spreading my thighs apart again. “I need to hear you come for the man you pretend to hate.”
His words are my undoing. Never in my life have I had an experience like this, but that magical hand keeps rubbing, keeps dipping, keeps pleasing with perfect pressure, and sure enough, I detonate.
I begin a cry of ecstasy, but he crushes my lips and swallows the noise. The carriage is slowing down, but his magic is still finishing me off, grazing, teasing, making me twitch while his hands roam my body in soothing strokes.
Pleased, he watches me writhe and gasp a few seconds longer before he finally takes it all away.
