Page 88 of Trust In Love (Love Mark 2)

I sighed and closed my eyes, relishing her touch. “Thank God. Because with you touching me like that, I’m afraid I’m going to need to borrow it yet again in the not so distant future.”

Her chuckle floated out through the trees as she sat up and gave a long, rippling groan of pleasure, stretching her arms over her head while her bare, proud breasts jutted in the evening breeze. I coul

d only watch in awe, my cock thickening as I thought she looked like a magnificent wood nymph.

Eyes glittering with delight, she leaned over me, her hair falling down over her shoulders to tickle my chest. When her exotic brown gaze met mine, full of liquid warmth, I swallowed thickly. She was so damn beautiful. So damn sweet. I feared what she was coming to mean to me.

“Or maybe you could try a different outlet for a spell if you’re so worried about my nether regions,” she murmured in a husky voice. A voice that made my skin tighten with greedy want.

I ran my gaze over her nude loveliness and arched an eyebrow. “Different outlet?”

Her fingers danced down my torso to my enlarged rod, and she smiled like a mischievous imp. “Ever since you’ve put your mouth on me here, I’ve wanted to try the same with you.”

“Fucking hell.” My hips surged against my will, and a groan rumbled from my throat. “Yes. Be my guest, princess,” I managed to answer.

Giddy triumph filled her expression. She took me in hand and stroked me a few times until a bead of cum appeared from the tip. Then she leaned in and licked it away. I fisted my hand around her hair, not forcing her action, but holding on tight while she took me deeper into her mouth and began to suck.

After that, I passed out cold, only to wake up in full darkness of night to her touching me again, kissing her way along my chest, and learning every inch of my body. I was still half out of it when she climbed onto my lap.

“Your arousal awakened me,” she said.

I grunted. “Funny. It didn’t wake me at all.” Only she had. Not that I minded. Now that she was straddling my lap, her wet heat pressing against the length of my turgid cock, I’m pretty certain I adored her for rousing me.

“Really?” she wondered with interest. “Well, let’s see if this awakens you, then.”

She slid down, impaling herself and taking me in deep. I bowed up, gripping her hips, and I became fully conscious as she rode me to one last orgasm before curling up on top of me and falling fast asleep.

And then, for the first time since meeting her, I slept with the princess wrapped in my arms all night long.

It was one of the most treasured experiences of my life.

22

Nicolette

I woke the next morning to the sound of a campfire snapping and the scent of meat cooking on a spit. My stomach clenched, desiring food.

Feeling deliciously rested and worked over nicely, I smiled and stretched before sitting up and shoving my hair out of my face, scanning the camp for Farrow. He stood at the horses, fully dressed for a day of riding and tied the last of our saddle bags into place.

As if sensing my gaze, he glanced over.

Remorse flashed in his eyes.

Dropping his hands from his task, he turned to me, his expression smoothing out flat and blank. “We need to get back on the road. We’ve lost a full day of travel.”

Disappointment echoed through me.

“Okay.” Nodding, I pushed to my feet and padded toward him. “But the aphrodisiac?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“Gone,” he said, his eyes darkening.

“So, now you finally regret it?” I guessed dully, stopping in front of him. Now that he was back in his own frame of mind, of course he regretted tupping me. “You regret being with me?”

“No.” His gaze softened as he clutched my face in his hands and looked at me intently as if trying to show me with his eyes what he was really feeling, even though all he needed to do was stop blocking me and let me feel it for myself. Except he refused.

“I’ll never regret it,” he promised a bit more forcefully.

“But we aren’t going to do it again. Are we?”

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