Her eyes are almost sad as she peers up at me and gives me the most tantalizing view of her arched neck. I trace a finger along that curve and feel her pulse thrum against it, fast and hard. She swallows and closes her eyes once more, offering herself to me again.
“Aurelia,” I breathe, my voice low and gravelly.
“Prince Friedrich,” she whispers.
“I’m about to take you up to my bedroom and divest you of all your clothing, and you still can’t call me Fritz?”
Her pupils are so wide there’s only a sliver of green around the edge, and her breaths are coming in short, erratic puffs. “You want me to get naked?” Her rosy cheeks are the perfect complement to her reddish-brown hair, which I can’t keep my hands from stroking.
“I’d like that very much, yes,” I rasp, tracing the rosy arch of her cheek. “I’ll return the favor if that makes you feel any better.”
She’s now reached full-blown blush, and I want to explore just how deep that reaches on her chest. I give her leg the slightest brush with my aching cock, suggesting how much I want that. Her little gasp is soadorable, and I need to hear it again. I want to hear those breathy gasps turn to deep groans. I ache to know the sounds she makes as she takes her pleasure from me, and my self-control can only hold out so long.
She squeals as I sweep her in my arms and toss her over my shoulder like a sack of flour. Her thick thighs are oh so tempting under my hand, and I give a little squeeze, which elicits another shriek from her.
“Your Highness!”
I squeeze again, harder this time, and she squirms, but I hold her fast. My muscles may not look like much, but I like that they show rather than tell.
“What do I have to do to get through to you, woman?” I grumble as I start up the narrow stairs to the second floor, where my bedroom waits with its huge bed and absolute privacy.
I drop her unceremoniously onto my bed and fall over her, catching myself on my forearms on either side of her head. Auburn waves spread across the duvet in a crown of jasmine-scented temptation.
And then our mouths fuse again, urgent and needy. Tongues and lips and teeth battle with the storm raging between us. She’s putty in my hands, and the little hisses that escape between our merged mouths sends shocks straight south.
I don’t want to stop; I can’t take my lips from hers as I start to explore underneath the kit she still wears. Her back arches to allow me to push the Portyard shirt up high enough that I can give her marvelous titsproper attention. I’ve been dreaming of these for a week. The tempting hint I caught at Bertram’s victory party a week ago was enough to send my imagination into overdrive. But the real things are better than my brain could conjure. Even bra-clad, they’re firm yet pliant, healthy handfuls that yield to my touch as I knead the tender flesh. Her hardened nipples tease my palms through the fabric.
I pull my mouth away from hers to trail gentle sucking kisses down her neck as I continue to give her breasts all the attention they deserve. Stopping where her neck meets her collarbone, I give a stronger suck that has her writhing beneath me. I don’t linger long; a hickey would draw too many questions, and anyway, I’m more than jumping at the opportunity to continue my exploration of her chest.
“Did you complete your homework, Miss Aurelia?” I breathe against her fevered skin. A chill runs through her as my beard scratches between her breasts.
She doesn’t answer immediately, and I glance up at her through my eyelashes. The corner of her lower lip is firmly caught in her teeth. I slide up her body, my cock dragging along her thigh and kiss that worry spot. She releases it, and I trace the teeth marks with my tongue.
“What is it, princess?”
“I…” She takes her lip again, turning her head to the side and hiding those incredibly green eyes from me. “I was too tired.”
Her voice is shaky and unsure. I don’t know why she feels the need to lie, but now isn’t the time to dig into what’s got her hung up about it. I can feel the need radiating off her, the fine tremble in her body. Her gaze screams lust, and I’m more than happy to remedy that for her.
“Is this okay?” I ask as I trail along the waistband of her jeans, careful even as her body is giving me the green light.
She nods.
“I need words, Aurelia. Consent is mandatory.”
“Yes.” Her breathy little voice is making me weak. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
Her hands go to my hair, giving the gentlest tug, shooting sparks straight to my dick. I resume my previous task, kissing down to the exposed skin of her chest. Her bra keeps me from where I desperately want to be, and I tongue the edge, trying to see just how far I can reach inside and just what kind of noises I can get from her.
“This has got to fucking go,” I growl.
She merely nods and reaches behind her back.
“No, no.” I wag a finger at her. “Allow me. A gentleman never lets a lady remove her own undergarments.”
My heart tries to escape my ribs at her laughter while my dick is leaking in my pants. I make quick work of her plain navy-colored bra. I may not have much practice at disrobing women, or anyone really, but a hook and eyelet system won’t slow me down. Ipush the cups up, since her shirt constrains the straps. My breath stops, and all thought outside of this bedroom flies the coop.
“Christ, those are magnificent.”
