Then his hands left her breasts and captured her arms, swinging them over her head. He leaned forward as he pressed her shoulders into the mattress, and he trailed his fingertips from her wrists, down the tender skin on the inside of her elbow and beyond.
As she drew her arms down to touch him, he was quick to place them back above her head. She was completely at his mercy.
Slowly, he lowered his lips to one taut peak and sucked it between his lips. She gasped and struggled to free her arms from his grasp. He chuckled and turned his attention to her other breast.
He flicked out his tongue, ever so lightly licking the stiff nipple. Parts of her that didn’t bear mentioning tightened unbearably until she feared she might explode.
She writhed beneath him as he continued his assault on her breasts. His wet tongue ran over the tips until she wanted to scream at him to take it all in his mouth.
Then he did. And she experienced the single most intense thrill of her life. The room swirled around her, and finally she was able to free one of her hands. She gripped the back of his hair pulling him closer, not allowing him to stop his devilish attack on her senses.
When she could stand no more, she yanked his head away, nearly growling in her ferocity. She rose up as much as she could and forced his mouth to hers.
Simon matched her intensity with everything he had. Never before had he made love to such a responsive woman. She was bold, daring and met his advances with equal force. In short, she was magnificent.
Her nails scoured his back, clearly marking him as her own. He crushed his mouth down over hers, responding to her need for more. No space remained between their bodies as they undulated in perfect rhythm. And he hadn’t even entered her yet.
Her fiery gaze scorched him. She nipped his chin, his lips, his tongue with her teeth. Then she lowered her head and sank her teeth in his neck. “God, Isabella,” he panted, trying desperately to control his raging need.
She shoved at him, and, in one smooth motion, rolled him over so that she sat atop him. A mischievous smile curved her swollen lips. Her gorgeous, perfect breasts swayed before him like forbidden fruit. Fruit he desperately wanted to taste again.
The pink tips were erect and stiff, just perfect to suckle. He leaned up and circled the puckered aureole with his tongue then sank his teeth into the nipple. She nearly bolted right off his chest.
“Come here,” he rasped, curling his hands around her waist and positioning her so that her breasts swayed just inches from his mouth.
Two ripe, succulent peaches bobbed over him, and he was intent on devouring both. He lapped at them with his tongue then sucked them alternately into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive buds.
She ground her pelvis against him, and he was frantic to sink into her and never withdraw.
“Isabella,” he gasped out.
“What?” she answered in a tortured voice.
“I can’t go slow…can’t be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was sure she was a virgin, and he had never lain with one. Virgin. It hit him with the force of a rock. His conscience pulled and nagged at him. He was about to take the virginity of the future Queen of Leaudor.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she said through gritted teeth.
He rolled back over her and spread her legs. “Isabella, are you sure? I can’t hold back any longer. You must be sure this is what you want. Tell me to stop and I will.”
Sweat beaded his forehead, and he knew if he didn’t thrust into her now he would spend his seed on her belly before he ever got inside her. But still he waited, looking deeply into her eyes, searching for any resistance, any sign that she didn’t want what was about to take place.
In response, she arched her back and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “I may die tomorrow,” she whispered. “Even if I survive to take the throne, I would have no other man be my first.”
With a feral growl, he found her entrance and sank to her very depths in one thrust.
She stiffened, and for a moment, he feared he had hurt her. But then he looked down at the complete ecstasy displayed on her face and knew that wasn’t the case. She bucked against him, urging him on even before he rocked against her again.
Gripping her waist in his hands, he withdrew and plunged again, feeling the most indescribable pleasure he had ever experienced. His chest tightened as he sought to plant himself into her soul.
She was wild underneath him, rising to meet each thrust, her head thrown back in wanton abandonment. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.
A soft wail escaped her lips as her body arched and tightened. Her eyes shut tightly, and her mouth opened as more sounds of pleasure spilled forth. She convulsed around him, the velvety softness of her sheath caressing him, gripping him.
He was nearing his own peak as he watched her plummet over the edge, spiraling into the soft aftermath of her climax.
It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, but he ripped himself from her as he felt his seed rushing to release. Gripping her tightly against him he pulsed against her abdomen, devouring her lips with his mouth, swallowing her cries of joy and muffling his own shouts of triumph.
