Page 89 of To Pleasure a Prince
His attempt at humor made her smile, despite her disappointment that this was all there was to being deflowered. Deep down, she’d really hoped it would be better than her friends had said.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked again, an edge to his voice now.
She wiggled her lower parts experimentally, surprised that having him inside her did not feel nearly as bad as she’d expected. “I believe I’ve survived.”
“Not for long if you keep doing that,” he choked out.
“You mean this?” She wiggled her lower body again, eliciting a heartfelt groan from him.
“If you don’t stop that, I won’t be able to take this easy and slow, the way I should.”
“Takewhateasy and slow? I thought we were done.”
“Hardly.”
Hmm. If they weren’t done…“So when I do this—” She wriggled her bottom beneath him again. “It affects you?”
“Drives me insane,” he clipped out.
Perhaps her friends were wrong after all. She deliberately undulated her hips. “I like making you insane.”
“Impudent wench.” He drew himself out of her. Only to go slowly back in. Then out. Then in.
How very interesting. Her lower parts grew warm and sort of tingly. She lifted her hips to meet his next thrust and nearly went out of her mind when the tingling erupted at once into a searing need.
“Ohh…Marcus, that’s…ohhhh…”
“My words…exactly.” He increased his rhythm. “I was right about you, wasn’t I?”
“What?” She struggled to pay attention, but his driving thrusts were doing amazing things to her insides. Her belly felt all trembly and hot, and every time he came deeply into her, a new thrill shot through her.
“You reallyare…La Belle Dame…Sans Merci.” His labored breath warmed her cheek. “A born temptress.”
“Yes,” she retorted, delighted by the thought. She might not be able to read or give him perfect children, but perhaps in this one respect she could keep him happy. “Yes, my darling.”
His thrusting grew to a fierce pounding that drove the sweet tension to build in her like before. With a glad cry, she clasped him tight and arched up against him, seeking more of that magnificent feeling…
A hoarse groan sounded low in his throat. “Seductress,” he accused. “Siren.”
She turned her gaze to the painting where the sirens were cheering her on. “Yes,” she said, digging her fingers into his massive arms. “Yes.”
“Mysiren,” he growled.
“Yes…oh yes…”
He thundered into her, around her, consuming her. He lifted his head to pierce her with a glance. “There will be no other dragons.”
“No…” she whispered, writhing beneath him.
He slid his hand down between them, unerringly finding that tender little spot that seemed to respond so well to his fondling. “None but me.”
“None.” When he fingered it, she gasped. “No…never.”
After that promise, there were no more words, just his body devouring hers, his finger building her own hunger to equal his until she was writhing against him, as eager to consume him as he was to consume her.
“Oh…my darling…oh…yes…yes…yes!”she cried out as the world exploded around her. “Marcus!”
Groaning her name, he gave one great final thrust. And as he spilled himself inside her, joining in her grand release, she clung tightly to his strong shoulders, a surge of relief mingling with her pleasure.
