Page 118 of To Pleasure a Prince

She was now rubbing her nipple up along his scar. “Close your eyes, Marcus.” This time her voice was the silky enticement of the siren. “I promise I will make it worth your while.”

She slid her hand down to cup his erection, and he nearly went off in her hand right there.

His eyes slid closed. He wasn’t sure how. All he knew was he wanted to taste her, and with her teasing him, he might not get to. Nor could he bear to have her hand leave him aching, empty. Alone.

With a low murmur of approval, she brushed his lips again with her breast. This time when he opened his mouth, he was rewarded with a taste of her. More than a taste. She thrust her breast into his mouth and he took it gladly, eagerly. He sucked it as if he’d never had the chance before, tongued the nipple until he heard her groan.

Triumph surged through him. The dragon might be chained, but that didn’t mean he had to lie quiet. Her hand worked open his trousers, and he thrust against her fingers, hoping to coax her to “reward” him there, too.

She chuckled. “Lift your bottom so I can get your trousers down, Marcus.”

Within moments she had him naked, his ass resting on the worn damask of the couch as she settled herself across his thighs. He could imagine her honeypot open and waiting, imagine her downy curls glistening in the candlelight. But he couldn’t see it, damn it. He wanted to see it.

“I want to open my eyes,” he grumbled.

“Not yet, my love. Not if you want me to satisfy this.” Her fingers grazed the crown of his cock, and his blood pumped his erection even higher.

“Great God, Regina—”

He broke off with a choked moan as she stroked his cock with a long, teasing caress. Then her mouth was on his chest, kissing and licking and driving him completely out of his mind.

Never knowing where she’d touch him,howshe’d touch him, made him nervous. She ran the tip of her tongue over his nipple, and he jumped. She fondled his ballocks, and he clenched the eyebolts to keep from pushing her away.

“Shh,” she murmured against his chest. “Settle down, my dragon. You know I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you. Show me that you trust me.”

With soothing murmurs, she gentled him until he grew used to having her touch him everywhere at will, to having her all around him, her honeyed scent seeping into his senses, her loose hair brushing every inch of his skin. The more he relinquished his fear of letting her control the caresses, the more her caresses aroused him. Having his eyes closed made him feel every fondling more acutely, every kiss more profoundly.

But now he was so damned hard he feared he might go off too soon.

“I want to be inside you,” he bit out.

“Do you?” She shifted on his lap until suddenly he felt her dewy curls brush against him. She inched forward until his cock was cradled between her thighs—not inside her, but so close to being inside her he thought he would die.

“Please…” He cringed to hear the word come out of his mouth. But that didn’t stop him from saying it again. “Regina, please—”

“Tell me something, Marcus.” She rubbed her damp cleft up the length of him, then down, and he cursed under his breath. “Why did you send me the keys to the town house?”

That gave him pause. “Because…because I knew you wanted them.”

She nipped his nipple. “And?”

“And what?” he growled, unable to stop from thrusting against her.

“Was that the only reason?” She rubbed herself against his erection again.

He groaned. Vaguely he remembered doing this to her in the carriage once, caressing her while he demanded answers. But he would never last as long as she had. If he didn’t get inside her soon, his mind might just snap.

“Was that the only reason you sent me the keys, Marcus?” she repeated.

“I wanted you to know that I trust you.”

She rewarded him for that answer by impaling herself on his cock. His eyes flew open, but she did not protest. Her own eyes were fierce and sure. “And?” she demanded.

He pushed up, trying to get her to move, but she just sat there atop him, her sweet heat engulfing him, tempting him, arousing him to painful heights.

“And?” she asked again.

“And I want you,” he said, stating the obvious.