Page 85 of A Royal Mistake

Then his mouth was on her, sucking and licking her tender flesh right over the silk fabric of her panties. When his tongue found her clit, he sucked hard and her back bowed off the bed, pleasure sizzling through her limbs.

“More,” she begged, forgetting her earlier pledge to avoid such a vulnerable position. If she had to beg, so be it. She’d beg like a pauper as long as he kept touching her.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down over her thighs. Then he discarded them on the floor and hooked his hands behind her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

“We have all night, love.” He winked, peering up at her from between her knees. “No need to rush.”

A shiver raced up her spine. An entire night of pleasure?

Yes, please.

She watched as Henry lowered his mouth to her fanny. Any self-consciousness she felt long incinerated at the prospect of orgasms. His tongue flicked out to taste her, and she arched her back, lifting her hips to him like an offering as tension coiled low in her belly.

Once again, he used his splayed palm to pin her down.

“Have I told you yet that I love the taste of your pussy?” he asked, licking his lips seductively. “Sweetest damn thing I’ve tasted in all my life.”

Her breath hitched and warmth flooded her cheeks.

“I could do this all night.”

As if determined to prove it, he lowered his mouth again and tasted her, tongue licking and swirling and sucking as he spread her thighs wide and pushed her toward orgasm. She fisted the blanket in her hands, trying to anchor herself to the bed. To the moment. Hell, to anything that would keep her from floating away on a cloud of bliss as pleasure took hold, tensing her muscles and short circuiting her brain.

Henry’s breath was hot on her skin and his facial hair burned as it rubbed against her inner thigh. No matter how she wriggled and begged, he gave no relief. Several times he brought her to the brink of ecstasy, only to retreat, as if determined to draw out her pleasure.

A quiet whimper echoed off the walls, and it took her a minute to realize she was the one making those desperate, pleading noises as she thrashed on the mattress. Her body was awash in sensation, every nerve ending firing, the intensity of her desire riding the fine line between pain and pleasure.

Close. She was so close.

He sucked hard on her clit, circling it with his tongue—once, twice, three times. Light exploded behind her eyelids and she cried out, back bowing off the bed as she shattered into a million tiny pieces that sent aftershocks rippling through her body.

* * *

The sightof Pippa lying naked in his bed was the sweetest damn thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, but he was going to make sure she didn’t regret her choice to spend the night with him. A night he hoped would be the first of many.

He’d wanted to tell her the truth—his true name and title—before they took this step, but she’d sounded so certain when she said it wouldn’t matter. She trusted him with her body and her heart. By comparison, his title seemed unimportant. He could think of no greater honor than holding Pippa’s trust and he wouldn’t let her down.

Not tonight, not ever.

He dragged his zipper down slowly, eyes locked on her. She was laid out before him like a goddamn feast, legs spread, breasts full, rosy nipples just begging for his touch.

Fuck.

His cock was hard as steel and his balls ached for release. But tonight was about Pippa, about her pleasure. He freed his cock and her tongue darted out, sliding across her luscious lower lip.

Sweet mercy.

There was no mistaking the hunger in her gaze or the silent invitation.

He dropped his trousers to the floor and stepped out of them. Then he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her knees, caressing her thighs with his fingertips. Her skin was soft and smooth, a stark contrast to his rough hands. One he loved. He never tired of touching her like this, of holding her close and feeling little shivers of desire race through her body.

“Henry,” she purred, an ornery smile curving her lips. “What does a girl have to do to get shagged around here?”

“Patience, love.” He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her wet heat, but this was her first time and he wanted to take it slow, to ensure she was relaxed and ready.

He crawled up her body, using his arms to balance his weight as he trailed kisses up her thigh, across her pelvic bone, and over her right hip. Moving slowly, he covered every inch of her with open-mouthed kisses as he made his way north, nipping and sucking on her tender flesh. She tangled her fingers in his hair, nails scraping over his scalp as she mewled with pleasure.

When he reached her chest, he shifted his weight, cupping one of her full breasts as he captured the rosy peak gently between his teeth. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he bit down. She inhaled sharply, and he massaged the pain away with his tongue before sucking it fully into his mouth. Her hips wiggled beneath him and he switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.