Page 21 of Prince She Shouldn’t Crave (Royal House of Halrovia #2)

Her legs fell apart and he slipped his tongue against the sweet, salt of her. Taking his time, finding the centre of her pleasure. Learning what made her gasp and cry out. The perfect rhythm. Teasing her till she was mindless. A prisoner to sensation.

When she was on the verge, the very cusp, he stopped.

‘I’m going to touch you some more. Slide my fingers inside you. Get you ready for me.’

‘Please, please.’ Her voice was a chant.

She lay before him almost wrecked. Her limbs lax.

Glistening between her legs, so wet it almost undid him.

Gabe climbed back up her body. Whilst he could have spent hours between her thighs holding her on edge till she begged, he wanted to be able to watch her.

To make sure he could see her face so that if there was any hint of pain he could slow down, take his time.

His body ached to be inside her, but she’d trusted him with her first time and he’d ensure that it would ruin her for any other man.

There’d be no one else. Something pricked in his conscience then, but he allowed himself to drown in those darkly possessive thoughts.

They were fantasies, that was all. They hurt no one. Only heightened the pleasure.

And wasn’t that what tonight was all about?

He dropped his mouth to Lena’s nipple again. ‘Let’s try one finger.’

He teased her flesh with his tongue as he teased her entrance with his hand.

She lifted her hips to match his rhythm.

He had no doubt she ached for him to be inside her, so he slid one finger knuckle deep.

She was so soft, hot, wet. Lena let out a sob.

Gabe lifted his head to check on her but she lay there, eyes shut.

Head arched back. A look of pained ecstasy on her face as he slid his finger in and out.

‘Let’s try two,’ he murmured, and she moaned as he slid in another finger to join the first. Setting a steady rhythm. Working her tight flesh as he watched her lose herself to his touch.

He trembled with need like some teenager, yet refused to break his focus on her.

The way a flush rose on her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks.

The way her breath came in little pants.

The flutter of her body on his fingers telling him she was close.

Giving her time to adjust till he tipped her over the edge.

‘There’s a spot inside,’ he said. His voice rough and unrecognisable to his own ears. ‘You are going to enjoy this. Just feel, Lena. Nothing else but my hands and lips. Let yourself go.’

He curled his fingers forwards, found where he promised he would. Her eyes flew open but he wasn’t sure she saw anything, the way her gaze was far away. Lost in her pleasure. He’d bring her back to him soon but, for now, he wanted to give her this. Pure bliss and nothing else.

He dropped his mouth to Lena’s breast again.

‘ Feel what I’m doing to you.’

Then he captured her nipple in his mouth. Began teasing her clitoris with his thumb, his fingers deep, stroking inside. She arched her back. Stiffened. Stilled. He didn’t change rhythm as Lena let out a high-pitched wail and broke around him. Her body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure.

He continued, slowing as she began to sob. When her body relaxed, went limp, he took her gently in his arms and cradled her as she wept on his chest. Relishing the satisfaction of her first orgasm at the hands of another.

Of ruining her for ever.

Pleasure flooded over her like she’d never experienced.

Lena felt broken, remade as she sobbed into Gabe’s chest. He murmured gentle words that made little sense to her overwrought brain, other than recognising the tone.

Gentle. Encouraging. Praising. The soft sentiments echoed by his hands on her skin.

Soothing her. She’d never experienced anything like this.

Didn’t know how to process it. It had eclipsed anything she had ever known.

She’d been mindless with it. Consciousness compressed to nothing but sensation.

‘Okay?’ Gabe murmured. She wanted to laugh. Just okay? This moment had changed her at an almost cellular level. A complete reconfiguration of who she’d understood herself to be. Lena wiped at her eyes. How must she appear now? Make-up a mess. Wrecked.

‘I can’t explain…’

He gave her a gentle smile. ‘You don’t need to. I understand.’

She didn’t think he could.

Gabe kissed her cheeks. Her eyelids. Kissing away the tears.

After what she’d experienced she couldn’t imagine wanting more, but the minute his lips touched hers a wave of volcanic desire flooded over her.

That need again, deep inside. For Gabe to fill her.

She reached between them. Grasped him through his underwear. Stroked her hand up and down.

‘Can I feel you?’

‘Yes,’ he said with a hiss. Sharp and pained.

She reached beyond the band of his briefs, to the hot, hard skin.

Marvelling at the silkiness of it. She needed to look, pushing the duvet back.

Pulling his underwear down to watch what she was doing to him.

Her hand moving. The ruddiness of him. A silvery bead of fluid forming at the tip.

She craved to give him the same pleasure that he wrought from her.

Lena looked up at Gabe’s face. His eyes closed.

Mouth part open. Breathing hard as if he couldn’t get enough air.

As if he knew she watched him, Gabe opened his eyes, the intensity of desire in his normally cool gaze burning through her. This was a man who could have had anyone, and yet right now she literally held him in the palm of her hand.

She’d never felt more powerful, beautiful, wanted, as she did in this moment.

‘I’d die to be inside you.’

‘You don’t have to go that far,’ she said. Sliding her hands from his body and lying back, arching like a cat in the sun.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked. Manoeuvring out of his underwear. Tossing the briefs to the floor.

‘Yes. I’m aching .’

His grin in response was pure wickedness. ‘I can fix that for you. Make that pain go away.’

He turned to the side and opened a bedside drawer.

Found protection. Rolled it on as she watched, unable to take her eyes from him.

Then he was over her, his powerful body pressing her into the bed.

She flexed her pelvis, rubbing herself against him.

Eyes rolling back as his hardness met her soft, overheated flesh.

He reached down between them. Stroked between her legs.

She’d thought she’d be too sensitive but with a few gentle touches she was panting and begging for release.

‘I want you. I can’t wait to feel you. You’re so beautiful…’

He kept up the words of encouragement as he notched himself at her centre. Began easing in with shallow thrusts.

‘Lift up to me,’ he said. His voice was rough and raw. Hand slipping under her backside as she tilted her pelvis and he slid deep inside.

He stilled. So did she. There was no pain, only pressure. A fullness. Their gazes clashed. She’d give everything to know what he was thinking, then he began to move and feeling took over.

‘Do what’s natural,’ he said. ‘Move. Lie there. Change position. Whatever gives you the most pleasure.’

Pleasure? She didn’t know where to start.

In this moment she felt complete. As though a huge part of her had been missing and she’d just found the last puzzle piece.

She placed her hands on his muscular backside, relishing the way he flexed and tensed as he moved inside her.

With each thrust building and building to a cataclysmic conclusion.

She’d thought that her last orgasm had ruined her.

This? She feared it would be world-ending.

She was so open, vulnerable. The way they were joined was unlike anything she’d dreamed.

He kissed her, lush and deep. Tongues moving in time to their own unique rhythm.

Losing themselves till Lena was nothing but a mass of nerve endings pulsing with the anticipated pleasure of release.

Then a burn started deep inside. Curling, twisting, tighter, as she raced towards the inevitability.

‘Lena, I’m going to…’

Gabe’s voice drifted off as their movements changed. Harder. Faster, as if running a race. Then less co-ordinated.

‘Gabe!’

He moaned. ‘You’ve ended me.’ Thrusting into her one last time before stilling.

Something inside her snapped free. The ecstasy of letting go. Being cut adrift. Lena held on to Gabe tight as she fell and fell. Knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.