Princess in the Iron Mask - By Victoria Parker Page 0,52

twice.

Tension spiralled in her core, winding tighter and tighter as her insides clenched around his finger.

‘Ohhh, my G—’ She lost her grip, cried out, gasping for breath, her body quaking as the coil unravelled so fast ecstasy shot though her core and lights exploded behind her eyes.

Delirium, she realised, took a while to recover from, but when she eventually came round she prised her eyes open to find Lucas braced above her, palms flat to the bed, a purely masculine, ego-drenched smile across his gorgeous face.

‘Better?’

‘Amazing,’ she whispered, feeling heat scorch her cheeks.

‘I’ve never seen anything so damn sexy as when you come.’

His voice, coarse and needy, gave her the courage to touch him, just as she’d dreamed of.

She stroked his shoulders, down his arms, smoothing her palms over his chest. ‘I adore your big hard body, Lucas. Just looking at you makes my stomach flip.’

He smiled with that heart-stopping rogue charm she loved so much and dipped his head, kissed her. The taste of herself exploded on her tongue as she devoured the essence of their mingled passion, until everything began to blur around the edges and heat began to build up again. As if the last twenty minutes had never happened. She’d never felt so alive. So gloriously alive.

As his tongue flicked hers, her fingers became daring and she reached down to touch him. There.

A groan rumbled up his chest, ‘Careful, cariña, or this will not last. I feel like my head is going to explode. Both of them.’

She laughed—happy, carefree, a sound she didn’t recognise.

Emboldened, she curled her hand around his satin and steel shaft, dusted her thumb over the taut velvet tip, over and over, just as he had with her.

‘Enough,’ he growled, jerking from her grasp.

With her eyes locked on his she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked the moisture, tasting his unique blend of salty virility—just as he had with her.

‘Dios,’ he said, falling on top of her, plundering her mouth until everything spiralled out of control.

Patience evaporated in the searing heat of their entwined bodies. Skin on skin. Their mouths ravenous. Hands stroking everywhere they could reach.

‘Wait—protection,’ he breathed, pulling away.

‘I’m covered,’ she said, tugging him right back. She’d thought of that. She wasn’t that naïve.

He threw her a questioning look.

‘Women’s stuff,’ she said, reaching up to smooth the crease from his brow. ‘Don’t stop. Please. I want to feel you inside me.’

‘Ah, Claudia, such passion.’ He kissed her softly, cupped her breast, squeezed gently. And the heat surged back—greedy, heady, intense.

Lucas manoeuvred until he was settled snugly in the cradle of her thighs and she could feel him nuzzling against her folds.

‘Yes, yes,’ she said around his lips, wanting this part of him. Shifting her hips, encouraging. Needy.

He slipped inside her, just an inch, and she felt his big body shudder.

‘So hot. So tight. I cannot...’

Skin damp, hair drenched, muscles flexing, he was struggling for control, she realised. But he felt sensational and she wanted more.

She lifted her hips.

He sank a little deeper. ‘Claudia, ángel, give me a minute.’

He was loath to hurt her, and she adored him for it, but she’d wanted him for what felt like for ever.

Claudia pulled him up to kiss her, tangled her tongue around his, wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked her ankles and pulled him in. All the way.

The air locked in her lungs as she felt a tiny tear inside her. A red-hot arrow lancing up her core.

Lucas tore his mouth way. ‘Claudia?’ He held her face in his large hands, kissed her mouth. ‘Breathe for me, cariña.’ He skimmed his fingers lovingly down her cheek, picked up her hand, kissed the spot on her wrist where her pulse thrummed against the flesh.

Pain evanesced and she revelled in the fullness, the rightness.

‘You feel amazing,’ she whispered, staring into his eyes, nearly drowning in the liquid desire pooling in his sapphire depths. And right then, at that very moment, she knew the truth. She was falling. Falling so very hard.

She smiled, imagined it was close to something sad. So she made it brighter, cupped his jaw, massaged behind his ears, his nape, just the way he liked it. She smoothed her hands across his hips. His glutes were like stone. And thank heavens he melted before her eyes.

‘I want it all,’ she said. ‘Take me.’

Even if it were just this once, she needed it to last her a lifetime.

‘You feel like heaven,’ he said, pulling out of her just a little and