With Luca, I’m everything. He makes me feel sexy and sensual. He makes me feel completely comfortable to spread my legs for him, like all my dirtiest secrets are exactly what he wants to hear.
I close my eyes, reaching down between his legs to rub his length over his pants. When he slides his fingers inside me, I think of what we did in the pool cabana, what we did on the yacht, what we did in every dark corner of Farcliff Castle when no one was looking…what I’ve been dreaming of doing with him since the first day I met him.
I never thought I would say this, but I want to suck his cock, even though I used to think it was gross. I want him to eat me out, even though I always thought it would be uncomfortable. I want to feel his hands everywhere, anywhere.
I want his cock inside me.
I want it all.
When he tugs my pants down my thighs, I kick them off and push them out of the way. The Prince kneels in front of me, and I feast my eyes on his rugged, ripped body. When his hands slide over the inside of my thighs, tingles of pleasure chase his touch. He spreads my knees wide, staring between my legs with a look of absolute pleasure on his face.
I blush, but not because I’m embarrassed. I blush because I never want him to stop looking at me like that.
When his tongue slides through my slit, I let out a gasp. I rough my hands through the Prince’s hair and grind myself against his face.
I’ve never done that, either, and for a second I’m worried I’m being too rough—but the Prince hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me into him, groaning as I grind into him.
I’m breathless. I squeeze my eyes shut, hanging onto him as he devours me. When he slips his fingers inside me, I explode. I clamp my thighs around his ears and ride his face as the Prince brings me to orgasm. He moans with me, and when it’s over, the look in his eyes tells me he enjoyed that almost as much as I did.
As my chest heaves, my eyes drop down to the bulge in his pants. The Prince looks at me, and then hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls his pants off.
When his cock springs free, my breath catches.
“You sure you want this?” the Prince asks, leaning over to kiss me. The tip of his cock brushes against me, and a shiver of desire rips through me.
“Yes,” I answer between kisses.
I’m sure. I’ve never been surer of anything.
Prince Luca reaches into his pants and pulls out a condom. I watch, fascinated, as he rolls it onto his length. When he positions himself at my opening, I feel oddly calm.
I thought I’d be nervous right now. Maybe freaking out or afraid of the pain.
All I feel is complete peace.
This is right. This is exactly how it’s supposed to happen.
Slowly, gently, the Prince pushes himself inside me. My eyes start to water and I lean into the pillows, squeezing them shut.
“Am I hurting you?”
“A little,” I rasp, breathless. “But it’s okay.”
The Prince’s hands caress my body, and he lays soft kisses over my neck as he slides himself inside me. It hurts more than I expected, but I don’t want him to stop. I let my knees fall open and sink my fingers into his shoulders. With my nails digging into him, the Prince pushes himself inside me with a groan.
“You okay?” He kisses my earlobe.
I nod. I don’t trust my voice. My muscles relax, and my heartbeat slows a touch, and the Prince starts to move his hips.
He grunts, his breath washing over my skin like a hot breeze. I hang onto him, and with every passing second, the pain lessens, until it’s gone. In its place is a deep, pulsing heat. I arch my back, mimicking his movements as the pleasure starts to flood my veins.
I moan when he thrusts inside me again, the friction of his body against mine sending pulsing light through my veins.
“I’m going to come, baby,” Luca says in my ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t last. You feel too good.”
“Come, Your Highness.” I arch my back, spreading my legs to accept his length. He rocks himself inside me again and again.
I gasp when I feel him come. I didn’t think I’d be able to feel it—but I do. His body