“Did I embarrass you?” His words sound concerned, but the sly grin on his lips tells me otherwise.
I lick my lips and roll them between my teeth, unsure how to respond, but knowing I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.God, I don’t want him to stop.
A tremble runs through him as I trail my fingers through his beard, running up the side of his face and into his thick, dark locks. His hands back on my waist, squeeze hard, and I think I wouldn’t mind if he left finger marks there. Wrapping my legs around him, I bring him as tight to me as humanly possible and pull his head back to my chest. He groans his approval.
In this position, me sitting between his legs withmy own around his hips, I can feel his hardness against me. Something scratches at the back of my mind, but I push it away because this is Prince Friedrich and holy moly, he makes me feel so flipping good. I begin to move against his erection, and he makes a deep guttural sound that I feel in my core.
“Fritz.” His name is more of a moan on my tongue, and now I know what using that name does to him. I’ll be using that to my advantage in the future.
“Aurelia.” Hot breath ghosts across my breast. He moves his arms from my waist and pulls me against his chest. His heart hammers against my bare skin. “I want to do so many bad things to you when you do that.”
The pounding in my ears nearly blocks out the rain pattering on the windowpanes as my mind runs through the few scenarios I can imagine with my newfound knowledge gained from Margaret and Aunt Sarah’s books. His beard is rough on my neck as he places sucking kisses just below my ear. A keening sound I didn’t even know I was capable of making slips through my lips.
“I want to show you,” he breathes against the hollow of my collarbone.
“Show me, my prince.”
