Page 41 of To Catch a Prince

Vincent’s head was buried between her legs, doing ungodly things with his tongue, teeth, and lips. She seemed to have regained consciousness quite late in the game, because it had all just started as far as she was concerned, and her body was already at its limit, needing release, toes curled, every part of her so tense ithurt.

She was close, so close to falling over the edge, and yet the man pulled back; her jaw dropped in shock and betrayal. And he wasgrinning,like he was quite proud of hisactions.

“You’d leave me likethis?”

She sounded astounded and hurt all atonce.

“Not if you’re a very good girl,” he replied, crawling up so that they were at eye level. As he got on top of her, she felt his hot and heavy manhood brush against her heat. Oh, not that brand of torture again! The tease would be the death of her. “But this time, I’ll have you come around mycock.”

Oh.

Her eyes were wide open. So was her mouth, thinking of it. He didn’t intend to tease her then, he wanted her, here andnow.

Her insidesclenched.

“I want you, Natalia Astria. I want you at my side, commanding Norda, as my equal. I want you next to me until the end of time. You’ll be a princess of the realm, my wife, and the queen ruling over my world. I wish I could give you a pleasing courtship, months of flirting, and getting down on one knee before the realm. I tried, but the truth is, I’m a beast. A beast who wants, and needs, to claim every part ofyou.”

Finally, she managed to make her frazzled brain recall how she was supposed to do the speakingthing.

“That’s all well and good, but why aren’t you inside meyet?”

He chuckled, but there was an edge to his laughter. “Oh, you’ve asked for it,” hesaid.

His hands seized her waist and before she knew what was happening, with an inhuman speed, he’d flipped her over on all fours. She looked back at him just in time, as he penetrated her deep, in one sudden thrust. Talia cried out. If she could have formed a word, she might have asked him to stop, move away; his invasion waspainful.

Then he moved a little out, and back in, and it wasn’t painful at all. Vincent did it again, and she found herself saying, “Oh!”, surprised by just how pleasurable one little movement couldbe.

Chuckling, Vincent practically withdrew from her all the way before plunging back in, and this time, angling her hips towards him, she outright moaned. He quickened his pace and she moved to meet him, panting, begging formore.

This time, Vincent didn’t deny her her release; when he felt her tightening, he took her deeper, harder, quicker, until she screamed at the top of her voice, and relaxed onto thebed.

“Oh, sweet thing,” said he, ever so softly, “bless you for thinking we’re donealready.”

He flipped them both, and the next instant, he was lying back, with her on top of him. Fuck. The new angle made her heat immediately grow hotter and tighter against the hard length that had never gone down insideher.

“Come on, sweet thing. Show me how one rides adragon.”

The King had been right the previous night: it was late in the afternoon before theysurfaced.

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“Iinsist,”she said, and Vincent sighed, giving in, like she’d known hewould.

“Fine. You can play with the dragon this evening. But we have plenty of worknow.”

That’s how, a few hours after the Council met, where she’d repeated the details of her meeting with Nimue, Talia found herself in the garden, lying down next to the bluebeast.

“Would you like me to read something?” she asked, moving to get one of the books she’d brought withher.

It turned out, the dragon didn’t much like it when she moved. A low, rumbly warning resounded when she managed to get to herfeet.

“I won’t be asecond.”

His little growl was resigned thistime.

The dragon’s glowing eyes were fixed on her as she shuffled through thevolumes.

It occurred to Talia that a sane woman might have felt a certain degree of fear, in her shoes. But she didn’t. She knew that the creature wouldn’t hurther.

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