The Consolation Prize (Brides of Karadok #3) - Alice Coldbreath Page 0,55

her lip and shook her head, and he cursed softly. “Draw your knees up, Una. There’s room on this chair. Rest them against the arms.”

Una regarded him aghast for a minute that he would expect her to splay legs open in such a fashion. When he continued to her wait expectantly, she drew up her legs and rested her bare feet on the edge of the seat.

“Good girl,” he praised her again, bunching up the skirt of her shift and urging her back against his front. “Now spread your legs for me, princess.” His other hand cupped her right breast, kneading and squeezing it until her nipple ached. Slowly, Una did as he asked and rested her legs against the arms of the chair.

Armand groaned. “I wish we had a long mirror against that wall,” he said throatily. “So, I could enjoy the view.” Una gasped as her mind reeled at such a lewd idea. His fingers had dipped right inside her now and were tracing so very lightly over her private places, that when he pinched hard on her right nipple, she bit back a cry at the contrast.

To her surprise, she felt an answering pulse in her core, and suddenly Armand’s fingers felt slippery and wet as they delved and toyed with increasing boldness into her most secret feminine place.

“Ah, Una,” he whispered. “This is how I should have treated you that night, how a princess deserves.”

His words were complete nonsense, but for some reason she was shifting in his lap now, restless and biting her lip to stop from sobbing. She knew for definite now what was pressed so firmly against her bottom, but she didn’t care. Parts of her body that had felt purely functional before, were now quivering with new awakened life that astonished her. He released her right breast and returned to her left, plucking that nipple too in a manner that made her writhe against his hardness.

“Such a pretty color,” he muttered. “Like ripe berries. That’s right show me where you like to be touched,” he murmured. “Sweet Una.”

Suddenly his thumb between her legs passed over something that made her lose all the breath from her body and stiffen in his lap. He did it again and Una cried out incoherently. “That’s it,” he praised her, now circling his thumb over the same spot in a sweet, agonizing torment. “Keep your legs open, don’t fret. I won’t stop until you’re there.”

Again, his words meant nothing to Una, but she realized her shaking legs were trying to close over his hand. Not to stop him, she realized with dim shock, but to keep his wicked hand where she wanted it. With an effort, she widened her knees again. Her breasts heaved from the sheer force of effort, and he rewarded her exertions by squeezing each of the full globes firmly in turn.

This last was too much. The pleasure building inside her suddenly burst, she managed to half choke out his name and then collapsed in his arms, legs akimbo. She wasn’t sure how much later it was that she came out of her daze to find Armand kissing her neck, at least two of his fingers buried deep inside her. It was only then, that she realized how ragged his own breathing was and how insistent the hard thrust of his arousal was underneath her.

“How do my fingers feel?” he asked gruffly, and Una was hard put to know how to answer such a question.

“Deep,” she answered truthfully.

His breathing hitched. “I really want to bury my cock, I mean myself inside you right now, Una. I swear I’ll be gentle this time, princess.”

She was oddly touched that he kept trying to moderate his speech even in such moments, though she really would have to speak to him about the “princess” thing. “Yes, she agreed. “I mean, of course.”

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she was swept up into his arms and carried over to the bed. He lay her down on the mattress width ways rather than lengthways, and while she lay there catching her breath, she heard him swiftly stripping off his braies. The next thing she knew, his naked body was above hers, though he kept his weight off her with his arms.

“You did that last time, too,” she said in a rush of confidences. “You were careful not to crush me, I mean.” At least until after he’d had his way, Una remembered, when he’d collapsed on