Page 69 of Broken Princess

The plane begins its descent onto the landing strip on the mainland. It's a short helicopter ride to the island itself, which Amelia spends clinging to my arm, even though I can tell she's more excited than afraid.

I've traveled more than most people my age, and I’ve seen a good deal of the world—mostly the dark corners of it. It's all grown stale to me, but seeing it through her eyes is something else entirely.

When we land on the island, surrounded by sand and blue for as far as the eye can see, I'm relieved. The island is beautiful, but it serves a practical purpose, too. With Milo still out there, I don't want to take any risks going anywhere more populated.

"It's perfect," she breathes as an employee from the modestly staffed resort comes to collect our luggage. "It looks like a movie set."

I laugh. "That's the idea, I guess."

The resort employee leads the way to our villa, which is situated on the far side of the island, offering more privacy. Which we're definitely going to need.

"Just a second," I say before she can enter through the open French doors. I scoop her into my arms and carry her over the threshold. "Can't buck tradition now."

Amelia laughs, a musical sound I'll never grow tired of hearing. "No, we certainly can't."

I set her down and she looks around, her eyes widening. "I feel like I'm in a dream," she says softly, as we step into the airy open-concept space. It's all white walls and dark wood furnishings, with a huge deck that overlooks the beach.

"I hope it's a good dream," I say, leading her over to the window.

She smiles and wraps her arms around my waist. I'd give anything in the world to see that smile, and now I can—every day, for the rest of our lives. It's my new purpose.

That, and taking care of and protecting her and our baby.

"It is. The best," she says.

I lean down to kiss her, and what starts as chaste ends up turning sensual, then ravenous, as it always does. I can't get enough of her, and now, she's all mine.

The thought alone is enough to stoke the fire that's already burning within me, and I slowly guide her back until we're in front of the bed. I grab her waist and carefully lower her onto the bed.

I know she's going to make a comment about me treating her like she's made of glass, but I can't help it. My predatory instincts are at war with my protective ones, and the latter wins out. She's carrying my baby, and even if I want to toss her onto the bed and claim her as roughly as before, I know I have to be gentle.

But there's plenty of fun in that, too. And I'm going to spend the rest of the night proving it to her.

CHAPTER 34

AMELIA

As Lorenzo's lips brush against mine, my heart pounds and I have that ridiculous, fluttery feeling that's never gone away. Not since the first time he kissed me upstairs in the frat house. Some things don't change, and I really don't want them to.

His tongue slips deeper into my mouth and he makes his way down to my throat. He starts unbuttoning my blouse. His touch always ignites a fire under my skin, and this time is no exception.

I gasp softly as he peels my silk shirt off, but his caress is even gentler than the sleek fabric brushing against my skin. He bends down to kiss my chest between my cleavage and unhooks my bra, taking his time unwrapping me like a present. And as much as I want him, and this, I'm inclined to let him.

This man is a whirlwind of contradictions. He can be so rough, and so gentle, sometimes all within the same few moments. I'm not sure which side of him has me more addicted, but I decide it's more of a combination deal.

He kisses his way down over my torso, and his tongue trails around my navel as his fingers tease the button of my jeans before he tugs those down and off over my hips. I giggle as he takes the band of my lace panties in his teeth and starts tugging them off.

"Lorenzo!" I cry as he peels them the rest of the way off and immediately presses his lips to the inside of my thigh.

He alternates between soft kisses and gentle nips as he works his way inward until he reaches my sex. I gasp again, my breath faltering on my lips.

He flicks his tongue up along my slit, and I'm already so aroused I can hardly stand it. "Already wet for me," he purrs, his voice low and husky with approval and hunger as he spreads me open with his fingers and takes my clit into his mouth.

He sucks and licks, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud until I'm trembling with need, but he doesn't stop there. He buries his face between my legs and continues lavishing attention on my pussy like he's starved for it.

To be fair, it's been a long time for us both. Long enough that I hardly have a dream that doesn't devolve into sex with him, but as usual, my imagination is lacking the full experience. Lorenzo is impossible to emulate, even in my fantasies.

"Oh, God, Lorenzo, I—" My voice breaks as his tongue delves deeper into me, because I don't know how much longer I can hold off. "I want you inside me. Please?"

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