Page 119 of A Game of Veils

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Aurelia

Crouched between my splayed legs, Lorenzo stares at me blankly for the space of a heartbeat. As my meaning must sink in, his eyes widen, his pupils dilating with desire.

But he hasn’t moved yet.

I curl my fingers at the edge of his jaw and give the slightest tug. “Come with me.”

With a strangled noise, the prince surges up over my body. His mouth crashes into mine. My musky flavor lingers there, strange but a reminder of the adoration he’s already shown me.

His head bows over mine with a panted breath as he yanks at his trousers. I squirm completely free of my drawers with help from his guiding hand.

The head of his cock strokes from my clit to my slick opening, and a desperate growl reverberates from my throat.

As he lines himself up, Lorenzo braces himself on one elbow, gazing down at me. His handsome face has never looked more intense.

With his first press into me, his lips part with a stuttered breath. He eases himself into me inch by torturous inch, charting every flutter of my eyelids, every soft, needy sound that escapes me. A flush brings a russet hue to his dark cheeks.

It occurs to me that he must think this is my first time. That’s why he’s being so very careful when every particle of my body is clamoring for him to drive home, to fill me to the brim.

Maybe it’s wisest not to challenge that assumption. Would he think differently of me if he knew how I once loved and lost before I ended up here?

I want to treasure every second of this encounter, not rush it toward its end.

When he’s pushed all the way into me, the delicious stretch of penetration radiating bliss from my core, he simply holds there for a moment. A brilliant smile curves his lips, and my heart skips a beat in answer.

For just this instant, I am his and he is mine. It will always have been so, no matter what happens afterward.

No matter who else I have to give myself to.

I run my fingers over his hair, and he ducks his head to capture my mouth. Then, with a rasp of heated breath over my lips, he bucks even deeper into me.

Pleasure flares through my nerves all the way to the tips of my toes. I gasp and lift my knees to welcome him.

Lorenzo tucks one hand beneath my ass to help me arch into his movements. With each thrust, his mouth brands my cheek, my jaw, my neck. When I dig my fingers into his shoulder, a groan tumbles out of him.

His hard length strokes against a particularly delightful spot inside me, and I shudder with the impact. “Right there. So good.”

At my encouragement, he picks up his pace, hitting his mark again and again. With each wave of pleasure, I clutch him harder. The urgent pant of his breaths makes me even giddier.

We rock together faster, wilder, his teeth grazing my shoulder, my fingernails nicking his back through his shirt. I curl up to meet him, seeking out his lips through the rush of bliss.

Our mouths scrape together, almost frantic. He plunges into me at just the right angle, squeezing my ass, and the building pressure bursts.

My head tips back, my vision blurring. The wave of ecstasy sweeps through me, shaking me down to my bones.

Lorenzo lets out another groan, his hips jerking. I feel the moment he joins me in release with the clamp of his arm hugging me to him and the ebbing of his thrusts.

We lie there entwined for several breaths, the prince’s face tucked close to mine, every exhalation stirring the hair bunched by my neck. He kisses my cheek, ever so tenderly.

And I hear a resonant baritone voice as clearly as if it’s speaking right into my ear. “I wish we could have done this forever.”

I flinch in surprise. Lorenzo lifts his head, his hands against the sides of my face. “It’s all right, Aurelia. It’s me.”

He’s smiling at me, soft and secretive, but his mouth hasn’t opened.

I stare at him, my mind whirling. “I—I don’t understand?—”

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