Page 118 of A Game of Veils

He kisses me on the mouth again, long and so intense my breath shakes when we part. A heated sort of determination solidifies in his expression.

He guides me back on my ass and slides his hand up my calf beneath the skirt of my gown. My pulse hiccups with a mix of excitement and fear.

Just how many lines am I going to cross this morning?

As he reaches my knee, my lips part with an instinctive protest—and Lorenzo raises his other hand. He holds my gaze firmly, spelling out his intentions with emphatic gestures.

Only for you. I’ll make you feel good.

The promise reminds me of Raul offering to distract me from my pain here in this room just days ago. But Lorenzo doesn’t look like he’s trying to claim a prize or prove his superiority.

He wants to give me this one thing that he can.

I shift back on my hands, my heart beating fast. Giving him a chance to show exactly what he has in mind.

If I change my mind and tell him to stop, he will. I’m sure of that much.

Lorenzo smiles so brightly it sends a flutter through my chest. He strokes his fingers down to my ankle and up to my knee again. A giddy shiver races straight to my core in their wake.

I was about to slow him down, and now all I want is for him to get on with it.

Slowly, as if giving me plenty of time to reconsider, he eases my dress up to my thighs. As he bares my lower legs, he presses a kiss to my calf, to the side of my knee.

His hand travels higher, up over my outer thigh. When he reaches the edge of my drawers, he reverses the caress, back to my knee, then repeats it.

The silk of my skirt pools around my hips. Lorenzo skims his fingers over my thigh to the more sensitive inner flesh. Another wave of shivers shoots to my sex.

At his nudge, I let my knees splay. He must be able to see how damp my drawers are. His teasing fingers drift ever closer, until I can’t restrain a whine of need.

As if in answer, Lorenzo leans over to claim my lips. While he kisses me, his hand moves to the crotch of my drawers.

With the first caress between my legs, I can’t hold back a moan. Lorenzo absorbs it into the kiss and strokes me again.

Every caress of his fingers sets off a deeper pulse of pleasure—and need. I find myself pushing into his touch, throbbing for more.

He delves beneath my drawers to slide his fingers against my slick flesh skin to skin. I whimper, clinging to his shirt and rocking with his movements.

Lorenzo gives me one more mind-reeling kiss. Then he positions himself between my legs and lowers his whole head to the apex of my thighs.

He drags my drawers down just in time to press his mouth to my sex. Bliss sweeps through my body in a torrent.

My hand whips up to muffle my cry as well as I can. I sag back against the rug, boneless and writhing with every motion of the prince’s lips against my flesh.

He focuses the attentions of his mouth on the most sensitive spot above my folds while his fingers dip into my opening. With each pump, they slide a little deeper.

Pleasure soars through my veins. I can barely feel the ground beneath me.

All of his bliss is only for me, just as he said. He hasn’t removed a single piece of clothing, hasn’t made any move to demand the same pleasure for himself.

Through the giddy haze, emotion swells around my heart.

We’ve come so far, but all at once, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Fuck lines, fuck caution. Just one time, I’m not going to hold back.

I curl my fingers into Lorenzo’s coarse hair. At my tug, he glances up at me with a look of such satisfaction a heady shudder passes through me.

I trail my fingers down his face. “I want all of you.”

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