Page 87 of A Royal Mistake

In answer, he lowered his mouth to hers, biting her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth as he sank into her with one quick thrust. Pippa sucked in a sharp breath. Or had that been him?

Fuck. She was so tight. So hot. So wet. He needed to move. The tension at the base of his spine demanded release.

Pippa moved beneath him, raking her nails down his back until they were digging into his arse, inviting him deeper.“Henry.”

He wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a prayer, but he moved with her, slowly at first, letting her set the pace for both of them. Pippa’s gaze locked on his and she stretched up, eyes drifting shut as she kissed him on the lips. Like their lovemaking, it started off slow and measured, but as she gained confidence, it became harder, more frenzied. Perspiration dotted her brow and he could taste the saltiness of her sweat slick skin on his lips.

When her pleas became ragged and her movements erratic, he quickened the pace, thrusting hard and deep as he pushed them both toward climax.

Christ. He was going to come.

Not before Pippa.

He eased a hand between them and found her clit, stroking the little bundle of nerves as he angled his hips, aiming for the spot that would give her the most intense orgasm.

Pippa chanted his name like a prayer and then she was crying out, coming apart noisily as the orgasm rocked her body. Two more quick strokes and he was flying over the edge with her, her body clenching him tight as the orgasm ripped through him like a Tsunami, tearing down his defenses and leaving him utterly obliterated.

Once their breathing had slowed, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and slipped into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, Pippa was curled up under the down comforter, looking perfectly at home in his bed with flushed cheeks and mussed hair.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

He slid under the covers and lay down facing her.

“I love you, Philippa Stanley.”

A radiant smile lit up her face as she cupped his cheek. “I love you too, Heinrich von der Recke.”

Warmth filled his chest and his heart swelled—fucking swelled. He was so full of love it was a wonder he didn’t bloody burst from it. He pulled Pippa close, tucking her into the crook of his arm as her words echoed in his head.

Von der Recke.

Scheisse. He needed to tell her the truth. He opened his mouth, but the words didn’t come. She looked so sleepy and satisfied stretched out beside him he didn’t want to say or do anything to ruin the moment. He’d tell her in the morning, over breakfast. For tonight, he just wanted to hold her and bask in the warm glow of their love.

He’d kept the secret of his identity this long. What was one more night?

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Pippa burrowed deeperunder the covers, the fluffy comforter hugging her bare curves. It was like sleeping in a cloud, and she had no desire to get up. Maybe she’d spend the whole day in bed. With Henry. The sheet rustled, and a smile curved her lips as his powerful arm snaked around her waist. He pulled her close, positioning her so that her back was pressed to his chest and his cock was nestled in the swell of her arse.

The man was hard as a rock. How was that even possible? They’d had sex three times last night.Three!Wasn’t he tired?

“It’s official,” she said, wriggling her backside as she settled her arm over his and interlaced their fingers. “I’m never getting out of this bed.”

Henry chuckled and the low rumble vibrated across her skin as he kissed the back of her neck. “I’ve created a monster.” He rocked his hips, gliding his cock along her arse.

She grinned and gave another wiggle, this one slow and seductive, as she rotated her hips in a circular motion. “Oh, it’s not your cock I want. It’s your comforter.”

He snorted. “It’s a nice comforter, but it’s not that nice.”

She shrugged as best she could, wrapped in his embrace. “Just keep telling yourself that, von der Recke.”

Henry stiffened, his whole body tensing. A beat of silence passed before he spoke. “Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast and we can eat out on the veranda.”

Her stomach rumbled at the mention of food.

“I’ll take that as a y—”

“Shit!” She bolted upright, panic seizing her chest. How could she have been so thoughtless? “Sarah. I left her outside all night. I have to go and—”