Page 28 of Off-Limits To The Crown Prince

‘Yes.’Her voice was a sigh, nothing more.

‘I can take the pain away,’ he said as he eased her panties from her body till they slipped down her legs. ‘You’ll be screaming tonight from pleasure.’

Alessio slipped his hand between their bodies, between her thighs. Gentle strokes where she needed him most. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. She moved against him, desperate for more. Desperate to be filled, to be overwhelmed by him. She couldn’t look at him now. Closed her eyes as if to hold on to the sensation so it would never end.

Then he slowed. Slid a finger inside her. Her fingers clawed into the hard muscles of his chest as he stroked something deep in her body, making Hannah quiver and quake with a flood of heat between her legs. ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he murmured gently into her ear, kissing feather-light where his breath had stroked at her skin.

She clung round his neck because she’d fall if she didn’t. Riding his hand like a woman who was a stranger to her.

Her head tipped back, and his lips were on hers. Soft, passionate. She opened and let him in. Their tongues touched, tangled together. She craved for him to invade every part of her. His fingers brushing her nipple, the sense of him deep inside, thrusting with one finger, then another.

‘Let go,bella.’ He whispered the words against her lips before crushing them to his again, adding a thumb to brush over her clitoris in soft, insistent strokes. He was everywhere, her world. She was burning like the hottest flame, till she was sure her skin would blister with it.

Then she came, cracked in two as if Alessio had torn her apart with pleasure. Screaming as he’d promised, in a rush of perfect, blinding heat.

Alessio breathed in the scent of her, the brightness of her perfume, the dark musk of her arousal, as she clenched hot and wet round his fingers. Then the weight of her arms round his neck intensified, as if her knees were giving out underneath her. He swept Hannah into his arms, her body soft and limp, her eyes glazed with arousal, a flush of colour tinting her cheeks, her chest. So beautiful in that dying blush of pleasure it almost caused him physical pain. He dropped his mouth to hers, her lips soft and yielding like the rest of her. All slick and hot and wet.

The privilege of being granted her trust flared inside him. He silently vowed it would be good for her,betterthan good. He wanted these hours with her to transcend mere sex. Something to be remembered, treasured, especially given it was her first time.

There would be no disappointing Hannah tonight. On the contrary, he feared she would be a revelation to shake the foundations of his being. He laid her gently on the covers of his bed, his body trembling with the desire to be inside her, where his fingers had been. But he would make sure tonight was about her. Her pleasure first and foremost.

Her eyes lay closed, the beautiful lashes feathering on her cheeks. He allowed her the bliss of the comedown from her orgasm. Perhaps her first at the hands of another. Marvelled at her body, splayed with abandon on the bed before him. Settled himself between her thighs where he could smell the sweet scent of arousal, the necklace at her throat like a jewelled symbol of his possession, making this all the more erotic. He dropped his head and licked, the taste of her like a drug shooting straight into his veins, and she groaned as he toyed with her. Worshipping her in the best way he knew how.

Her back arched from the bed as she gripped and released the covers.

‘Alessio... I...it’s too much.’

He ceased his ministrations. Stroked his thumbs gently on the insides of her thighs. As much as she said it was too much, her back arched, bringing her body closer to his mouth.

‘Relax. You have no idea how much your body can take but I can show you. I can show you it all. Let me pleasure you,’ he murmured against her, so close to where he wanted his mouth to be it almost watered.

‘Yes.’The word came like the softest of exhales, the sweetest capitulation, and he began his gentle ministrations again, the light flicking of his tongue, till she thrashed on the bed, her words indecipherable. She thrust her hand into his hair and gripped tight, the bright needles of pain causing the heat of passion to roar through him like lava in his blood. He slipped his hands under her buttocks, the whole of her trembling. Held her in place as he sucked on the tight little nub at the centre of her and relished her second scream of the evening, this time his name sung to the room.

There was no time now for him to wait, every part of him frayed and overheating. He had to be inside her. He’d spill himself on the sheets like a teenager if he wasn’t, and soon. He reached for his bedside drawer, the condoms there. Sheathed himself with difficulty because he was affected by it too, this thing between them. Climbed over her and she wrapped her arms round him tight.

‘Do you want me inside you?’

‘Never more than now.’

‘I’ll go slowly,’ he said, a promise voiced so he’d be forced to keep it, because all he wanted was to take. Ease his own agony. But tonight was for her. He kissed her, their tongues twining together, hot, erotic, as he slid against the folds of her, testing her wetness to ensure his entry would be easy enough, even though he wished he could promise her no pain. He notched himself at Hannah’s centre, slid a bit further, a little way inside, and shut his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of her heat enveloping only the tip of him. Worked gentle thrusts, a little deeper, deeper still, till Hannah’s kisses became harder, more insistent. Bruising. She tilted her hips and he slid all the way inside, the hitch of her breath catching as he did so. He pulled his head back to look at her, to breathe through the pleasure to ensure her own, almost losing himself to his own orgasm right there.

‘Good?’ Sentences were beyond him, but he needed to check on her, the desire to make sure she wasn’t hurting, that she was enjoying this, clasping at something deep inside him.

She opened her eyes and stared deep into his. Alessio’s muscles trembled as she clenched tight and hot round him. Gripping him like the warmest silken glove, so tight it was almost his undoing.

‘Perfect.’ Her voice was a sigh shivering right through him. The pleasure threaded in her voice, like a plea.

‘Should I move?’

‘Move? Yes.’

His arms rested either side of her head. He stroked his thumbs to her temples, the necklace glittering in the soft light of the room, winding the blissful fantasy of the night round him once more.

‘It would be my greatest pleasure.’

He rocked into her again and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening. Holding his gaze. He said it would be his greatest pleasure, but all he craved was hers. She wrapped her legs tight round him, moving with him. He lost himself in her gaze, the flush of her skin, her lips, parted as if she couldn’t take in enough air. Head thrown back and eyes glazed and far away with ecstasy. The heat of her, the scent of her around him. The sound of their bodies coming together wound him tighter and tighter. And the words left his mouth in his own language. Murmurings of ecstasy, of thanks, of truth.

‘I don’t understand,’ she whispered, her blinks long and slow, her body tightening even harder round his. The tingle at the base of his spine heralded that he was close, so close.

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