Page 22 of How to Tame a Dissolute Prince (Royals and Renegades #2)

EPILOGUE

KINGDOM OF VARROS, TWO MONTHS LATER

T he wonderfully wicked, deliciously sinful, utterly decadent truth was that Princess Eleanora of the House of Tayrnes was presently standing naked in her bedroom whilst her beautiful husband was still disappointingly clothed.

When he had whispered for her to strip off her garments and wait for him nude following the royal banquet that had been held earlier in their honor, she had expected him to come to her equally devoid of clothing. He smiled slowly as he caught sight of her standing across the room, wearing nary a stitch.

He was still wearing his elegant evening finery, his snowy cravat perfectly tied, and he quite took her breath at the magnificent sight he made.

“You’re naked just as I told you to be.” He sauntered forward, tugging at his coat and shrugging it from his shoulders as he went.

“I thought you would be naked also, my love,” she pouted playfully.

He dropped the coat to the floor, prowling nearer with a leonine grace that made anticipation thrum through her veins. “Presently. There’s something I must do first.”

She licked her lips, trying not to be too mindful of the changes her condition had caused. Her breasts were larger than before, her belly rounded and protruding now. Fortunately, her altering form only seemed to have made her adoring husband want her more.

“Oh?” She raised a brow, playing the coquette. “And what is it that you must do?”

He reached her then, his hands settling warmly on her waist in a possessive hold she loved. “Turn, and I’ll show you.”

The notion of baring her bottom to him was both rousing and embarrassing. She remained as she was, breathless, heart pounding, sex throbbing.

“Nando,” she protested.

The look he gave her was scorching. “Turn around, love, and place your hands on the wall.”

She swallowed hard. “Why should you wish for me to?—”

He stayed her further questioning with a swift, hard kiss before raising his head again to regard her with smoldering intensity. “You’ll have to trust me.”

Trust him?

Of course, she did. With her heart, with her body, with her life.

He kissed a trail of fire along her jaw. “I’m waiting, minx.”

He was near enough that her pebbled nipples brushed against his waistcoat in a delicious abrasion as she shifted, and she shivered, wanting, needing, aching. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and tugged, making her go weak in the knees. After the sickness from being with child had faded, a raging desire had taken its place. She was perpetually, desperately ready for him. And now, she thought she might come from just his mouth on her ear.

But she didn’t want to succumb so quickly. She wanted to know what sinful pleasures her husband had in store for her. So, Eleanora turned, flattening her palms on the smooth, cool wall coverings, turning to watch him over her shoulder. “Satisfied?”

A wicked grin curved his sensual lips. “Not yet. But presently, I will be.”

With that, he dropped to his knees. Liquid heat rushed to her core.

His big hands cupped the cheeks of her derriere, his fingers exerting exquisite pressure. Just enough, not too much. He massaged and caressed. And then his thumbs dipped between her legs, and he parted her folds, baring her to him.

She felt the kiss of the room’s air on her most intimate flesh, followed by the moist heat of his breath. And then his tongue was there. On her. In her. Licking up and down her seam, consuming her.

Eleanora cried out, her knees threatening to buckle entirely. His tongue sank deep, seeking, claiming. Giving her such intense pleasure. He lapped at her gently, then with greater insistence as he circled her hip to nestle one of his hands between her legs. He flattened his palm over her mound, the pressure almost unbearable as he drew her more firmly against him so he could devour her cunny from behind. She was caught between his face and his hand, his sinful mouth and tongue rivaling his fingers to send her spiraling into the mindless abyss where pleasure dwelled. He stroked the sensitive bud of her sex and speared her entrance with his tongue.

“Nando,” she cried, so near to coming undone.

He increased the pace on her clitoris, swirling his fingers over her in a ruthless, knowing rhythm, even as his tongue plunged in and out of her in a mimicry of lovemaking.

“Good girl. You’re so wet for me. So wet and hot, and you taste so fucking good.”

She squirmed, her nipples rubbing against the sleek silk damask now, painfully needy, spurred on by his blunt praise and vulgar language. “Nando, please.”

His dark chuckle echoed in her core—she knew he liked it when she begged. “I love your cunny. I could lick you all day and night long.”

To emphasize his words, he gave her a long, slow swipe of his tongue that seemed to find every part of her. Her forehead hit the wall as she partially collapsed from the sheer pleasure of his teasing.

“Nando,” she urged, wriggling.

“Do you want me to tell you how perfect you look? All pink and lovely, dripping with desire.” He rubbed her bud to emphasize his words, making her hips jerk.

Her breath was shallow, her heart galloping, her breasts heavy, her nipples tight. The continued ministrations of his fingers and tongue were bringing her dangerously close to release.

“Is it possible…when standing?” she gasped out.

They had never done so before. But she seemed to recall reading about a frantic coupling against a door when she had glanced at The Book of Love …

“Very possible,” he reassured her, then resumed licking into her in slow, demanding strokes while he strummed her sex.

Of course it would be possible, even if the positioning seemed so odd. And who better to know than the maddening man who had reduced her to this lust-addled state? He was the expert when it came to desire.

“Everything is possible.” He kissed her sex, then pinched her throbbing clit and sank his tongue inside her in one fierce motion.

Eleanora exploded.

Or at least, that was how it felt.

Her release was as sudden as it was intense, roiling over her and through her like a force of nature. She collapsed into the wall, crying out, thrusting her hips alternately against his beautiful face and his wicked hand. Trapped in the most glorious way as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Black stars dappled her vision, the intensity of the sensation rendering her helpless to do anything other than close her eyes and surrender.

When at last the bliss ebbed, her heart was pounding, her breath ragged.

Nando lapped at her, as if drinking up every drop of her pleasure, his motions far less measured now, groaning into her sex.

“Such a good girl,” he praised again. “Waiting for me naked, coming on my tongue. How shall I reward her?”

He gave her right cheek a playful spank and then sank deep, tonguing her with deliberate strokes that had a second release bolting through her. She came with a moan, collapsing against the wall, shamelessly arching her back to present him with more of her, to get him as deep inside her as she could.

He rose suddenly, one hand finding her hip as the other opened the fall of his trousers. When he sprang free, he glided his cock over her swollen folds, slicking himself in her dew. He kissed her shoulder, his wet mouth flitting over her scarred skin reverently.

“My brave, beautiful princess.” The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. “I need to fuck you now.”

“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting her bottom out, trying to get his hard thickness where she wanted it most.

He slammed his hips into her from behind, and his cock surged deep. The angle was exquisite, her already heightened state of need making her muscles grip him eagerly. A spasm went through her.

“God yes,” he said, and then he began a steady, determined rhythm.

She arched her back, planting her hands on the wall, and matched his thrusts with pumps of her own hips. Eleanora was nothing but feeling, her body awash in desire, in love. He glided his hand over her hip, his fingers once more finding her clitoris and working in fast, determined flicks that drove her entirely over the edge.

She came with a hoarse cry, clamping down on him hard as wave after wave of bliss overcame her. Nando thrust harder, faster, until he stiffened, sinking deep, emptying himself inside her. The wet flood of his seed made her crumple anew, her cheek pressed to the cool wall coverings, heart racing, breath ragged.

They stayed pinned together that way, Nando’s hand on her hip while the other relented, cupping her tenderly. He kissed her temple, a last pulse of his cock tearing another moan from her.

“My beautiful princess. What did I do to deserve you?” he asked with soft reverence, his voice velvety with sated pleasure.

“You loved me,” she said simply.

“And I’ll never stop,” he vowed, kissing the side of her throat as he slowly withdrew from her body. “Come to bed with me now, and I’ll keep loving you some more.”

She chuckled as he turned her to face him, the circle of his arms around her making her feel protected and loved. “More? I’m not sure I could withstand another moment of pleasure.”

He grinned down at her. “You do know I can’t resist a challenge, don’t you, minx?”

Eleanora smiled back at him. “Of course I do, my love.”

Nando’s lips found hers, and he quite thoroughly proceeded to prove her wrong.

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