Page 56 of Unknown Royal Baby

‘I need you too.’

There, she’d said it. Instead of weakening her, the admission felt like triumph. Because whatever she’d feared, there was no mistaking Isam’s hunger for her. It didn’t take the impressive arousal hard against her belly for her to realise he was on the edge of control.

Isam straightened, one arm around her waist and another around her buttocks, lifting her clean off the floor. The proof of his strength only turned her on more.

Their mouths met again, not so neatly this time, clashing a little in their desperation. But Avril wouldn’t change a thing. She preferred raw and real to any practised seduction.

Their first night together had been wonderful. But this was on a new level. Despite his strength she felt tremors running through his big frame as if he struggled against a force too powerful to withstand.

‘Need a bed.’

His muffled words fell into her mouth, another aphrodisiac, and she feared she couldn’t take much more.

‘Why not here?’

Avril felt his body jolt. His mouth lifted just enough that he could hold her gaze. She stared straight back then deliberately arched, pressing her aching breasts against his chest.

He whispered something that might have been a prayer or a plea and then he was moving, striding across the room until her back met the wall. He held her there, pressing her with the weight of his tall frame.

His arm around her waist slid free so he could cup her breast. Her eyes shuttered as she pushed into his palm, at the same time registering the thrust of his thigh between hers. Instantly her legs parted, allowing him to wedge himself against her so she was caught between him and the wall.

Sensations bombarded, inciting a voluptuous shudder.

‘Isam. I need—’

‘Yes. Me too.’

Avril opened her eyes and drew her hands around to his face. Tenderly she traced the web of scars that ran into his hairline, her heart overflowing at the idea he might have died.

She stroked lower, hearing the scrape of her fingers on his scratchy jaw over the pounding of her heart. She spread her fingers to cup his jaw as she met his eyes and emotion filled her. ‘Can we? Here?’

There’d never been a sexier sound than Isam saying, ‘We can and will,’ in a baritone growl that reverberated through her chest and right down into her feminine core.

Relief soared as together they tackled his belt and zip. Seconds later her hand closed around firm male flesh and her internal muscles clenched needily.

Callused hands skimmed up her legs, pushing her dress to her hips. A second later knuckles brushed her splayed thighs and fingers hooked around her underwear. One tug brought the sound of tearing fabric and her eyes rounded. Avril wondered if it was possible to climax just from anticipation.

Did Isam read her thoughts? Obviously he read her body because that tiny knowing smile reeked of male smugness.

In answer she slid her hand the length of his erection.

She would have laughed as his smile disappeared and he swallowed abruptly. But there was no joking now, only a compulsion to mate. As if she’d die if she couldn’t have him.

‘Avril.’ The single word held all the longing that filled her.

‘Yes, now.’

He touched her again and she tilted her pelvis, hungry for the contact of slick flesh against clever fingers.

Isam eased her hand away from him then lifted her leg, hooking it around his hip. Eager, she raised the other with his help and locked her ankles, encircling him. She was wide open to him, and unbearably excited.

Gently he lifted her higher against the wall and when she slid down a little there he was, waiting for her, probing soft flesh.

Even that felt almost too excruciatingly arousing. She needed him, all of him.

Hands on his shoulders, she bore down just as he thrust up. A lightning flash of silver heat. A precarious moment of stunned disbelief as their bodies met in perfect harmony. The nagging hollowness filled with proud virility. Hardness melded with softness, need with need.

They hung together, suspended on the edge of perfection. Then, as if their twin bodies responded with exact synchronicity, they moved together. Friction deepened perfection. Sensation heightened to awe. Until it became too much and pure joy consumed them.

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