Page 37 of In Shining Armor

“Did you—” She swallowed and buried her face in his shoulder. “Did you do it?”

“No. Our first time together shouldn’t hurt.”

“But I wanted you to be my first.”

His hands roamed her body, stroking her satiny skin and threading through her silken hair. Afterward, he loved to look at the women, loved to touch them, caress their breasts and thighs, whisper the dark thoughts that swam in his mind, and soothe them until they fell asleep in his arms. It was almost a fetish with him, to continue his dominion over their bodies even after he’d taken them, for hours.

He whispered, “Oh, I will take you, but not tonight. This isn’t a one-night thing, not for me. I’m going to make you come like that every night after we come back here, and some mornings and afternoons, too, until you respond to my touch so hard that you’ll come when I take you for the first time. And the first time I take your ass, too.”

Flicka had stopped breathing, and she stared at him with wide, green eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up, the slightest suggestion of a smile.

“Okay,” she said, her voice breathless.

Dieter told her, “Out there, you may be a royal princess who could have ruled the world,but in my bedroom, you’re mine.”