Page 15 of The Princess and The Warrior

“Trax,” she whispered, reaching up to circle her hands around the back of my neck. Her fingertips curled into my hair, making me shiver with desire. “Please tell me that you’re happy that we’ll be sharing a bed tonight?”

“Yes, your highness, but as you might imagine, it’s a bit difficult to keep my place.”

Her eyes became stormy in the dim light. “Your place is with me.”

I shook my head, stepping back to slip off my trousers before crawling into the bed. “You’re royalty, m’lady. You deserve so much better than a farmer and a warrior.”

Instead of walking around to her side of the bed, she got in beside me, crawling to lie directly on top of me. Instantly I felt my cock swelling against her soft mound, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still so that she didn’t squirm. Being this close to her was making it harder for me to resist her.

“Your highness, please…”

She kissed me gently, then rocked her hips back and forth against my arousal. “My name is Althea,” she said softly, but I heard a touch of steel enter her voice. “You had no problem using my name in the carriage on the ride here two months ago.”

I groaned, gripping her tightly and grinding her against me at the memory. “I should never have allowed that to happen, but it’s one of my favorite memories. You have no idea how difficult it is to resist you.”

“Then don’t,” she cried. “Please.”

Flipping her quickly, I covered her body with mine, lightly kissing her forehead. “I have so many feelings for you, Althea. Lust, admiration and awe. But everything is tempered with guilt, because I’m not worthy to even speak to you, much less touch this perfect body.”

“Even if I beg?” she gasped, arching her back so that her tight nipples brushed against my skin through the thin silk nightgown.

“If I were to take you, your high…Althea, I couldn’t do so with people in the next room.”

“My ladies would never breathe a word if they happened to hear anything,” she smiled. “In fact, they likely expect to.”

From the way she was writhing under me, flushed and wanting, there was no way I could leave her in this state. Telling myself that giving her what she needed was the most gentlemanly thing I could do, I gently rubbed her breast through the silk, watching her eyes widen as she moaned.

Kissing across her cheekbone to her ear, I murmured, “Would it please the beautiful Princess if I were to bring her to climax in a different way than she is expecting?” She nodded wildly.

Lifting my body from hers, I skimmed the silk nightgown all the way up to her chin. Staring at the most perfect round breasts I could have ever imagined, I froze for a moment, locking the vision into my mind.

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Caressing her delicate skin with my rough, work-worn hands, my thumb circled one nipple as my lips claimed the other. Althea’s gasping moan circled the room, filling me with an unbelievable surge of pride.

Knowing that she trusted me enough to allow me to service her made me genuinely wonder whether I should disrespect royalty, and toss out everything I’d been taught, to please her properly someday.

As I kissed down her soft stomach, her thighs parted, giving me access to the plush, pink lips hidden shyly in her feminine folds.

Spreading her open, my fingertip dragged through her gathering moisture as she moaned softly, grabbing my hair. Something snapped in my mind. Every single time we were together, Althea was a bit nervous, but clearly wanted more.

She kissed me with love. Touched me with love. Maybe how we met and married didn’t matter. If she wanted me now, she should have me.

Staring at the way her tender flesh plumped up, clearly desiring my touch, I felt a prickle of pride.

The most beautiful woman in the kingdom desired me. And tomorrow night, as soon as we were alone, my cock was going to slide into her sweet tunnel instead of my tongue.

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Althea

Gasping in shock at the feeling of his hot mouth against my most intimate skin, the sense of surrender was as intriguing as the pleasure itself.

The lusty heat flooding my body felt absolutely raw. Forbidden.

There was something deliciously improper in the way my husband took hold of my hips with his vast palms, holding me in place so that he could brush his mouth against me. I was melting like a candle, warm and wet against his agile tongue.

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