Page 16 of Don’t Wake a Sleeping Lyon (The Lyon’s Den Connected)

A lfred’s lovemaking was what Ada had always imagined the words slow and sultry meant in the books she so loved. His every movement was deliberate and precise. He nudged her body toward turbulent spasms that made her gasp in shock. But then he was already there with a kiss to catch her. With every flick of his tongue on her nipples, with every thrust of his fingers inside her, she spiraled higher and higher. If she didn’t know better, she’d say she was in a delirium, but everything felt real. Acute urgency bubbled up within her and her pulse raced.

“I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!” She almost screamed as Alfred pushed his hand deeper in and moved faster. “It’s too good!”

“Nothing is too good for you,” he said hoarsely and buried his face between her breasts. Then he came up to her face and slid one hand behind her head. “Are you ready?”

She looked confused.

He did something with his fingers, and suddenly, she craved his touch like never before.

“Alfred, what—” she inhaled sharply and arched her back, instinctively meeting his touch.

“ La petite mort , they call it in French. But I promise it won’t kill you.” His voice was not that of a doctor now but of a lover. He hung on to her every movement, taking his cues from her body.

And then her insides quaked and sent flames throughout her entire body. She felt her hair prick up and her toes curl as a scream escaped her lips. Alfred controlled her head and lifted her mouth to his with a raw desire that matched what his hands had given her.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Ada collapsed under him, only to open her eyes and find Alfred smiling at her. His eyes trailed over her face as if he were taking in a museum masterpiece. Though she still panted, when Alfred licked his lips, her private parts twitched with longing.

“You are most enchanting and delicious.”

A golden curl had fallen onto his forehead. Even the Renaissance sculptors wouldn’t have been able to capture his perfection in marble. Her craving for him grew unbearable. While their connection seemed new and exciting, she trusted him. She followed her heart’s lead, guided by instinct.

“I want you deep inside me.”

He gulped, but a glimmer of excitement sparkled in his eyes. He shifted their bodies to tuck her legs around his waist. His smile melted away, and a vein popped out on his forehead. As if he were lifting a thousand pounds, he controlled every muscle as he placed his member between her legs.

“Enchanting, delicious, and wet for me,” he said with reverence. Then she felt the pressure of his middle. With one hand, he parted her, with the other, he guided her hips. She was overwhelmed with a carnal appetite to swallow him completely.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whimpered, still luxuriously relaxed from the petite mort only moments ago.

He tensed in response but continued.

“When I removed the crumb from your mouth at the park, I was dying to do this!”

“Already then? But you barely knew me.”

“I know little about you, but I feel I know everything.”

She felt him push into her and the pressure stung. He was too big for her body to accommodate. Surely, she’d disappoint him now. Just when he was… what was he doing? Opening his heart to her even though she’d told him their fates would never intersect?

“Someday, I’ll bring some mille-feuille home, break it into pieces, and eat them off your perfect body.”

As he spoke, he slid into her, ripping through the resistance at the exact moment she gasped at his scandalous suggestion.

“You’d eat vanilla crème off me?” Her eyes were wide. She couldn’t concentrate and wriggled underneath. “You distracted me!” Alarm made her heart beat faster as she realized the irrevocable deed had been done.

“It didn’t hurt, did it?”

Ada bit her lip. “No.”

His features softened. “It is your tell!”

She pushed her hips against his and he met her thrust. “What’s next?”

“This.”

He gave her a chaste kiss before sliding almost completely out and then back in. Again and again. Slowly. Until she was dripping with desire and the urgent need to feel him deep within her. Each time he reentered, waves of delight rocked through her. A tender yet forceful sensation radiated from her hips as they moved together in perfect harmony.

His gaze fixed on hers was enough to erase all inhibition. Those dreamy blue eyes made her swoon into a state of breathless wonder as pleasure flooded her veins leaving her heart longing to discover all he could show her.

“I need to touch you,” Ada whispered, almost unable to speak.

“Anywhere.”

She grabbed his taut muscular bottom and dug her nails into his back. He ducked down to her breasts again, intensifying the sensation with his erotic onslaught. Alfred was so strong that he didn’t need to prop himself up. Instead, while his hips guided their rhythm, his hands trailed along her waist, her back, and her breasts. He kissed her neck and shoulders, even her earlobe.

She lifted her head and brought both hands to his abdomen. They were merged in the middle and the sight was both surprising and pleasing. She reached for his balls and fumbled for his cock, but his entire shaft was immersed within her.

“Ada, what are you doing?”