Royally Unexpected 2 - Lilian Monroe Page 0,116

my opening, earning a gasp from me.

I wrap my arms around him, closing my eyes.

When was the last time a man touched me like this? I can’t remember.

The way the Prince touches me is almost reverent. He’s not asking for me to touch him in return. He’s not wanting anything from me.

He’s giving.

I can see it in the way his eyes soften, and how his lips curl into a smile when I moan. My fingers sink into his arms, and he moves those magic fingers to dance over my clit.

The last of my anxieties evaporates as pleasure crests inside me. In that moment, the Prince smashes through the walls I’ve built inside myself. He blasts through them as if they’ve never even existed, pushing away every thought in my mind.

There are no worries, no insecurities, no fears.

I’m free.

Every touch of Dante’s makes my mind clearer. Every kiss brings me higher.

My thoughts, once cloudy and uncertain, are completely crystalline. It’s like the shackles that I’ve built inside my head are all unlatched at once. The Prince had the key, and he frees me from myself.

I give myself over to the desire coursing through my veins. I let my body do what I haven’t been able to do in years.

I come.

It’s a symphony of pleasure in my body. A chorus of ecstasy exploding in my veins, catapulting me out of the depths of my own mind into blissful serenity. The Prince moans, crushing his lips to mine as my orgasm rocks through my body.

I tremble against him, clinging onto his shoulders and grasping at his muscles. My legs quake, unable to hold my own weight. My chest heaves as I gulp down breath, after breath, after breath.

The Prince kisses me gently, staring into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

My heart skips a beat. I don’t remember the last time a man did something like that to me without wanting anything in return.

I search his eyes, looking for some hint of expectation in them. Does he expect me to get on my knees now?

But the only thing I see in Dante’s face is affection. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and jerks his chin toward the door.

“We should probably bring those cupcakes out now.”

A blush stains my cheeks and a giggle slips through my lips.

“Probably, yeah.”

Glancing around the walk-in fridge, I survey the damage around us. Half a dozen pastries have fallen off the racks onto the floor. I lick icing off my finger where I accidentally stuck my hand in a cupcake.

The Prince grins, arching an eyebrow. “Stop doing that now, or else I might not let you leave this fridge for another little while.”

I grin, biting my lip. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Dante leans over and presses another kiss to my lips. Little puffs of electricity sizzle through my body, reminding me of the pleasure he just delivered. The Prince slides his fingers along my jaw and another tingle of energy courses down to my stomach. I lean into him, relishing the intimacy of his touch.

He doesn’t know me, yet he understands every part of me.

When the Prince pulls away, I lift my eyes up to his. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“I’d be honored.”

“I haven’t had an orgasm in three years, give or take a few months.”

Prince Dante stares at me. He blinks two or three times, his eyebrows tugging toward each other. “You what?”

I blush. “That’s the first time I’ve come in three years.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Completely.”

He sweeps the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Why not?”

My heart tugs, leaning into his gentle touch. I shrug. “I think it was a mental block. Maybe I just felt like I didn’t deserve it.”

The Prince shakes his head. “You deserve so much more. If I’d known you hadn’t come in three years, I wouldn’t have fingered you in a walk-in fridge. I’d have done something a bit more romantic.”

I smile, blushing as I shake my head. “It was perfect.”

The Prince presses his lips to mine. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close to him. I moan, giving myself over to his embrace.

If it feels so right to be in his arms, how could it possibly be wrong?

Dante pulls away and nods to the tray of cupcakes. I smile, helping him unload one from the tall, stainless steel racks holding the trays. When we walk out into the warmth of

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