Page 77 of Royal Icing

“Holy shit,” she said.

“You’re too kind,” he said, kissing her just under her earlobe again. Her body responded with a fresh shower of sparks.

Finally, some feeling crept back into her limbs. She yanked at the hem of his boxers, and he planked above her to help.

His dick hovered between them, diamond-hard and irresistibly responsive to a gentle stroke from her fingers.

Overcome again, she rolled Leo onto his back and climbed on top of him. If this was their only moment, she would make sure he thought about it every night for the rest of his life.

She took him into her mouth, sliding as far back as she could manage without gagging. Throwing up on a prince’s dick was not an experience she needed.

She pulled back and licked and stroked, swirling her tongue around his head before plunging him back in again.

His breath came in short gasps, and he was rigid beneath her.

She summoned every blowjob tip she had ever read and channeled all that energy into blowing his damn mind.

The power was intoxicating.

Within a couple minutes, he pulled her off him, and she leaned back on her knees.

“Condom?” she asked.

He rolled onto his side and rifled through his nightstand until he found one. She rolled it onto him slowly, deliberately.

She started to turn around to take him reverse cowgirl style so she wouldn’t have the vulnerability of staring into his eyes, but he stopped her. She lifted her hips, and he lowered her onto him.

A sigh burst from both of them.

Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, and she raised and lowered herself slowly. But her knees weren’t working right.

In a flash, he flipped her onto her back, still inside her.

His earthy brown eyes stared into her very soul as he pushed deeper, until she was certain he was ramming into an internal organ. Were vaginal extensions a thing?

He pumped gently, and the muted lights from the other room silhouetted him. He was impossibly beautiful, almost hard to look at.

But she couldn’t look away. There was a tenderness in his eyes and in the way he cradled her head in his hand.

He leaned forward to kiss her, and a vortex of sensations and emotions swirled inside her. Fuck. She was definitely catching feelings for him.

And how could she not? They fit together like they had been specifically designed for each other, like every moment in their lives had led up to this one, in this castle, during the most magical time of the year.

She was screwed. But as he thrust, her mind quieted. She let the worries go and instead embraced the exhilaration of his rough hands on her, his powerful body surrounding her, making her feel so safe.

Another orgasm was rising, hot and fierce and as unstoppable as the sunrise. He must have sensed it because he went faster, bringing a hand to her to drive her ever closer.

His gaze burned into her, and they watched each other as they crashed over the peak together.

Finally, he released, twitching and pulsing inside her. His arms shook, and he partially collapsed onto her.

She held him like they were lovers of twenty years, and he rested his cheek against her breasts. Her hand went automatically to his hair, and she stroked it. It smelled like expensive shampoo—pears with a hint of sandalwood.

They stayed like that for a while, until their breathing returned to normal. He slipped out of her and rolled away, only to gather her into his chest and hold her there.

She would remember the sound of his heartbeat forever. She focused on the pulse of it beneath her cheek, the red-and-green lights casting a sheen on his damp skin. The feel of his fingertips resting on her hip.

How was she ever going to recover from this? And go back to New York like nothing had happened?