Page 9 of The Prince's Seduction

“Tariq, please I can’t wait any longer,” she whimpered. She hasn’t been touched like this in so long- no more like never, she anticipated what was to come next. He slid his body up hers until he was positioned between her thighs with his erection hovering above her wet entrance.

“Tell me that you are mine, first,” he commanded.

She raised her hips toward him, begging him to put her out of her misery.

“I’m yours,” whispered. In the back of her mind, she was sure that she would regret that declaration, but right now she didn’t care. He let out a growl and pushed into her. She cried out, loving the exquisite feel of him filling her completely. Her eyes fluttered close.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Clara. I want to see into your very soul as you unravel beneath me. She pried her eyes open, her gaze connecting with his. He pulled back and plunged into her again. Her muscles gripped him like a tight fitting glove, causing him to release a groan.

The pace of his hips increased and she wrapped her legs high around his waist, urging him on. Her eyes never left his. She witnessed every emotion that played across his handsome features, just as he witness hers. It was the most sensual thing Clara had ever experienced. Her soul was completely bared to him. In all of her life, she had never left herself so vulnerable. The pressure in her core began to build. She was on the verge of exploding.

“Oh my, Tariq I’m going to-” Clara cried out as her orgasm ripped through her with such a force that she would have hit the roof, if not for his body pinning her to the mattress. He stared into her wide eyes as she shattered into a million pieces.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, giving one more thrust before he too fell over the edge. His large frame shuddered above her. He collapsed on top of her and lay still for a long moment.

“I am crushing you,” he said, rolling off of her. She felt bereft without him inside of her, shivered slightly. Tariq pulled her to him, cradling her in his arms.

“Have dinner with me, Clara,” he murmured, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“You know dinner, with just the two of us, away from here. Like a real date. I-I mean that is if you want to. If you don’t feel comfortable going out with me, I suppose that’s fine. We can just stay here and-” he was stopped by a finger placed over his lips.

Clara smiled sweetly.

“I would love to have dinner with you.”

He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Great, tomorrow then.” What just happened? For the first time in his life, he had turned into a nervous, blundering idiot. It seemed she had him under her spell, and without even trying. He stared up at the ceiling, analyzing his emotions. She felt right in his arms. He glanced down at her in wonder. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady. A smile tugged at his lips, it seemed that she was exhausted by their recent activities. He lifted a hand to gently stroke her cheek. A surge of possession went through him. He knew he wouldn’t able to let her go.

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