His Princess - Stacy Gail Page 0,32

all she could feel.

The pleasure came roaring back, promising madness and delirium and so much joy she couldn’t stop the tears from leaking out of the corners of her eyes. They were a perfect fit, as if created from a single piece and somehow separated only to find each other once more. This was what she’d wanted. This closeness. This oneness. The pleasure in sexing it up with Gus had been her goal, yes. But now she knew so much more.

She knew the sizzling chemistry that had been there from the moment she’d seen him had been a sign that her world was forever changed.

She knew she had been created for this man.

And she knew that if she went the rest of her life searching the world over, she would never be able to find anyone who completed her the way he did.

Because…

She knew, with every instinct she possessed, that she was his.

“God.” The word grated through his bared teeth as he thrust into her, his expression filled with such rapt pleasure he looked almost tortured with it. “God, lady. My lady. You’re so fucking exquisite. God.”

“Harder.” She could barely manage to get her voice to work unless it was to moan out her pleasure. The tingling at the base of her spine heralded another wave of bliss, and she chased after it with abandon. “Fuck me, Gus. Fuck me, please.”

“All the way inside you.” His thrusts became wilder, and the hold she had on reality began to fade. “I want you to feel me so deep inside you, you’ll always feel a part of me there. God, I love being inside you.”

The ardent rush of his words tipped her over the edge of control once more, and this time it was true perfection, because he tumbled headlong into the euphoric madness with her. Her cries joined his as her orgasm clenched every muscle in her body, and she arched her back clear off the mattress in a spasm of the greatest pleasure she’d ever known.

It took her eons for her to come back down to earth, and by degrees she vaguely realized he’d taken her legs from his broad shoulders, wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, all the while still managing to keep himself inside her. It was such a neat trick she had to drag her eyes open to see if she hadn’t just dreamed him moving her around like a boneless ragdoll.

“My God,” she whispered between fluttery breaths. “You are some kind of sex magician.”

The way his eyes widened told her he hadn’t been expecting that. “Care to explain that?”

“I know sex,” she babbled, but she couldn’t help it. He’d blown her mind with too much pleasure, so now babbling was all she had left. “I’ve had sex. This wasn’t sex. This was magical and addictive, and I think you might be some kind of wizard or something, because that wasn’t just sex. That was the most magical orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

He was quiet a moment. “So you’re saying you like what I can do with my wand?”

She blinked before she began to laugh. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hugged him close and wondered if she’d ever been this happy. “I’m saying I love what you can do with your wand. Though I doubt you learned what you just did to me at Hogwarts.”

“Nope, but I’ve got plenty of other tricks up my sleeve. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll show you what I mean.”

“No problem,” she said so eagerly he laughed out loud.

Chapter Nine

The knock on the door in the next room brought Gus’s eyes open. The first rays of sunlight heralding a new day slanted in through the windows, and with a yawn he glanced over to the space on the bed beside him, only to find it empty.

What the hell…?

Half a heartbeat later, his awakening brain registered the murmur of quiet voices in the next room. Joelle, he thought, a crazy kind of warmth moving through him as memories of the night before crowded his head.

His princess had turned out to be one hell of a surprise package, alternately having him in stitches and making him lose his damn mind with a lust as hot as the sun. He had no clue what to do with a classy, elegant woman who had streaking and stripping aspirations, but he did know one thing—she sure as hell wasn't boring.

“Oh good, you're awake.” Dressed in a