Page 27 of Off-Limits To The Crown Prince

‘Your wish is my command,Principessa.’

A thrill shivered through her, that she had any sway over this man. That he stood there, tense with his physical masculine beauty, waiting for her next word.

‘Slowly.’

The corner of his mouth kicked up and he did exactly as she demanded. It was as if each notch on the zip took an age. Almost as if time were standing still. The leisurely, deliberate tease all for her as he hooked his hands into the waistband of his trousers and his underwear. The heat of this moment flamed in her cheeks. The boldness of it, all because of what she desired. It could careen out of control at any second, but for now this was hers. Alessio bent at the waist as his trousers passed his thighs, everything hidden, then they slipped to the floor and he rose. Stepped out of the superfine black wool and kicked them and his underwear away.

He stood straight, allowing her eyes to take their fill. She might be inexperienced, but she’d seen naked men before. In art, on the internet, in life-drawing classes. This, however, was more than she had ever experienced. A perfect man, drawn by the hand of angels. Too real to be human, yet undoubtedly flesh and blood. His arousal, because of her, intoxicating.

‘I need to touch you. For you to touch me.’ His voice was tight, as if he were in pain, and she understood. The ache inside her built and built. She felt she might double over with need, self-combust if their hands were not on one another soon.

‘Yes.Please.’

He made it to her in a few strides, hands hot and hard on her hips, slipping round to her buttocks, pulling her close and against him. Burying his face in her neck and breathing her in. His lips kissing and skimming the sensitive skin there till she moaned. He slid his hands up her back as she shivered and quaked under his exquisite touch. Unhooked her bra. Slipped it over her arms and let it fall to the floor. He moved his hands to cup her breasts, stood back a mere fraction to look, brushed his thumbs to her nipples and they tightened with a burning pleasure. He looked down at her with reverence, as if she were a kind of revelation.

‘Touch me,’ he groaned and released one breast, taking her hand in his. Guiding it between them. Clasping it tight around his hard length. He hissed in a breath as he thrust into her palm, dropping his head back, and the tendons on his neck stood out, tense and as if he were in agony. She marvelled at the feel of him, silk over steel, and at his size, which she knew on a biological level should fit her, yet on a pure female level an uncertain niggle like fear began to seed and grow.

Fear had no place here, not tonight on her one evening allowing herself to be the princess in this fantasy. A night to give, take, indulge, before going back to real life, or her new version of it.

His grip on her hand loosened. He left her to stroke him up and down in the rhythm he’d set, returning his attention to her nipples, which were tight and aching. She shifted under his ministrations,needinghim. It would be easy to ignore the obvious, not tell him about her inexperience, but this would do a disservice to them both, and she’d allownothingto interfere with tonight.

She let him go and he opened his eyes, his lips apart. Eyes glazed and unfocused with pleasure.

‘Alessio, I...’ She hesitated when this was not the time for it. Now was the time to be bold. To take what she wanted for herself. He stopped teasing her nipples, rested his hands gently on her hips. Looked down at her with the slightest of frowns, of concern, she thought, and the warmth of realisation flooded her. She traced her hands up his body, to rest on the firm swell of his pectoral muscles, as the dark hair on his chest pricked and teased under her fingertips.

‘You have something to say,bella?’

‘I—I’ve never done this before.’

His grip on her hips tightened and released. ‘This?’

‘Sex. Any of it.’

His eyes widened a fraction. Then he wrapped his strong arms round her and drew her close into his embrace. The tears pricked at her eyes. Her virginity wasn’t something she’d ever thought much of. It simplywas.A fact. A reality. She’d never believed it merited much thought, until now.

‘I’m your first.’ The words were muffled and hot, murmured into her hair.

In everything.

‘Yes.’

He stroked a hand up and down her spine. Light, tender brushes, and goosebumps sprinkled over her skin, as soft and warm as a spring shower.

‘A better man would send you to bed on your own.’

‘A better man wouldn’t leave me feeling like this.’ She pulled back and his arms fell loose. Hannah looked up at him. His pupils were drowning out the colour of his eyes till they were almost black. He was still hard and hot against her belly.

‘Like what?’ he ground out, all gravel and darkness.

‘Empty. Like I’m going to die if you’re not inside me. Ihurtfor wanting you so badly.’

His nostrils flared, lips parted a fraction. ‘I won’t leave you. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.’

He slipped his hand to her left nipple again. Toying with it. Harder now. A light pinch.

‘Do you like that?’ he murmured.

She arched her back into him with the bright spark of pleasure rushing straight between her legs. Not so gentle then, and the slow burn between them became hotter and hotter.

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