Page 30 of Prince She Shouldn't Crave
She let out a long, slow breath. ‘It’s not like I haven’t dated a little, but I really wanted to concentrate on getting a career. Then…you know…men seemed only interested in me because I looked a certain way…’
‘Beautiful, Lena. You’re beautiful.’
‘But they didn’t really wantme. They wanted who they imagined me to be.’
His hold on her tightened. The anger in his gut, volcanic at those kinds of men who didn’t value her. Made her feel this way. He cupped Lena’s jaw and she looked up at him, so open and wanting. This woman who trusted him. Whochosehim. It was humbling.
‘You deserve more than one night. You deserve to do this with a man who loves you.’
‘My virginity’s become this thing that hangs over me, that I don’t want any more. This ismychoice. No one else’s. Anyhow, love’s overrated. It seems who I want is you.’
There was a story there, but he was done. She’d entrusted herself, her body, to him for his care. He’d honour that trust, her desires. Honour her. Still, Gabriel did what he believed was the right thing, even though all he wanted to do was throw her onto the soft covers and make love to her all night.
He gave her a chance to walk away. ‘Lena, are you sure?’
She nodded.
‘I need the words.’
‘Yes, Gabriel.’
The way she said his name, fluttering soft as a moth’s wing at midnight. She wanted him. He wanted her. It was a story old as time. His hands began moving with more purpose. Not to soothe, but to inflame. One cupping her breast, the pad of his thumb teasing at her nipple through her bra till it tightened to a hard nub. She began to writhe underneath at his attention, in his lap. Grinding into him, sending darts of pleasure through his overheated body.
How much better would it be when he had her under him? Dark hair spilling over the pillow. Head thrown back in ecstasy. He was so close. Gabe had little doubt he’d be transported to heaven, but he needed to make sure she was ready. Mindless in her craving for him.
‘Let’s get into bed.’
He let her go. She stood and he threaded his fingers through hers, leading her to the side of the bed where the covers had already been turned down for him. She toed off her pretty gold sandals, then moved to take off her bra. Hesitated.
‘Leave it on,’ he said. ‘I’m so desperate for you I need to slow down. Make it good for you.’
She slid between the sheets, pulled the duvet over herself, enveloped by the soft down as she watched him. Looking so innocent. Lying there, exactly as he’d imagined, with hair like black ink on the pillow.
Gabe kicked off his own shoes. Shed his trousers and tossed them onto a chair. Left his underwear on. Lena’s gaze tracked him. Her eyes widened a little when his trousers came off and the corners of her mouth tilted in a subtle smile he liked to believe was one of appreciation. He stood for a few moments, admiring her right back. Her eyes gleaming in the soft lamplight. Lips the pink blush of peaches. All the while he hoped he was allowing her to take in her fill of him. To adjust to the idea of his size. Hoping that she wouldn’t be afraid.
It was his responsibility to ensure that she wasn’t.
Gabriel moved onto the bed beside her, reaching out. Stroking a stray strand of hair from her face. Tracing the shell of her ear with his fingertips. Her eyelids fluttered shut. Lips parting in pleasure. Then he drew her close again, into his arms. Her body soft and pliant against his own. Captured her lips with his as she moaned. Kissing long and slow and deep. Tongues caught in a hypnotic rhythm as Lena flexed against him, as if she was trying to get closer.
Gabe reached round and undid the back of her strapless bra with a practised flick. Tossed it aside. He rolled Lena onto her back and went up on one elbow, looking down at her beautiful body. Palming her left breast in his hand. Stroking then pinching her nipple, which pebbled under his touch as Lena writhed restlessly. Panting. He dropped his head and laved her diamond-hard flesh with his tongue. She began whispering his name. Over and over. Interspersed with little cries of pleasure.
‘Let’s get these off you,’ he murmured against her burning flesh. As hot as his own. Trying to concentrate only on her when he was at his breaking point. Thank God for his foresight to keephis underwear on, because all he craved to do was to plunge into her warm, wet flesh and lose himself. Yet there was time enough for that. They had a long night ahead of lovemaking should she gift him the privilege of her body more than once. He sat up. Slipped his hands into the sides of Lena’s panties and slid them down her legs and off.
In all his late-night fantasises he’d never imagined someone as enticing as her. Sprawled on the bed. Eyes glassy with desire. Golden skin and gentle curves, laid out for him. He bent down over her. Kissed her stomach. Lower. Lower.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ Her scent was heady. A perfume of honey and chocolate with overlying arousal. Gabe reached the apex of her thighs.
‘Open for me.’
Her legs fell apart and he slipped his tongue against the sweet, salt of her. Taking his time, finding the centre of her pleasure. Learning what made her gasp and cry out. The perfect rhythm. Teasing her till she was mindless. A prisoner to sensation.
When she was on the verge, the very cusp, he stopped.
‘I’m going to touch you some more. Slide my fingers inside you. Get you ready for me.’
‘Please, please.’ Her voice was a chant. She lay before him almost wrecked. Her limbs lax. Glistening between her legs, so wet it almost undid him. Gabe climbed back up her body. Whilst he could have spent hours between her thighs holding her on edge till she begged, he wanted to be able to watch her. To make sure he could see her face so that if there was any hint of pain he could slow down, take his time.
His body ached to be inside her, but she’d trusted him with her first time and he’d ensure that it would ruin her for any other man. There’d be no one else. Something pricked in his conscience then, but he allowed himself to drown in those darklypossessive thoughts. They were fantasies, that was all. They hurt no one. Only heightened the pleasure.
