Page 41 of Unmasked

He bit back the words swirling in his head. The filthy things he longed to say to her. But Lainey was someone he cared for...and you didn’t speak to princesses the way he wanted to speak right now.

“Please.” She drew the word out, long and agonisingly delicious. “I need to come.”

He plundered her without warning, so that her gasp rang in his ears for what felt like hours. He dipped a finger into her core, delighting in the way her muscles clenched around him. Ecstasy could be found right here, with a woman on the brink of an orgasm he controlled. She hovered at the precipice, body grinding and writhing and desperate for release, while he dangled her over the edge.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against her, breathing her in and savouring every second of it. “You’re so soft, so perfect.”

He drew the tight bud of her clit between his lips. The soft murmur of eagerness at the back of her throat swelled into a crescendo of pleasure as she shattered. He held her wrists tight, her muscles flexing as she came apart with his name on her lips.

He only released her when the last waves of her orgasm subsided and she lay sprawled on the bed, skin damp and glowing in the moonlight. Her eyelids fluttered and he crawled up on the bed to hold her. He pressed a kiss to her lips and she curled into him.

“I always knew you’d be good at that.” Her hand traced the flat circle of his nipple, fingernail scraping gently over the sensitive peak. “You’ve got a good mouth for giving head.”

He chuckled. “That so?”

“Yep.” Her hand dipped lower, cupping the bulge of his ready-to-burst cock. “Full lips, stubble for the right amount of friction...”

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking the length of him through the thin material of his suit pants.

“I think we need to relieve you of these,” she said, a coy smile on her sweet lips.

He couldn’t strip down quick enough; if he didn’t have her now he’d burst. Need thrummed in his veins, urging him to move quicker. He threw open the drawer next to the bed to grope for the little foil packets. It’d been so long he wasn’t sure he had any left, but when his fingers brushed the telltale crinkled material he sighed with relief. He sheathed himself and then came back to the bed, his hands pressing down on either side of her head. The mattress shifted, accommodating his weight as he nudged her legs apart with his knee.

“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since that night,” he said.

She shot him a smug look. “Even when you were telling me it was a mistake?”

“Just because I was trying to do the right thing doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about burying myself inside you.” He lowered his head to hers.

“And now?” Her lashes touched, lips parted and glistening in the lamplight.

“And now...if you keep talking I’m going to have to gag you, because I don’t want to wait a second longer.”

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something more, but it snapped shut a second later.

“Wise choice, princess,” he growled, slipping his hand between them to find her slick and needy. “Brace yourself. You’ve got me all worked up.”

He pushed into her, burying himself deep. When her hands came to his chest he grabbed her wrists with one hand, forcing them above her head. She whimpered, her sex clenching around his cock as he thrust.

Fantasy didn’t even begin to compare to reality. On the nights since the ball, when he thought of her, his mind hadn’t been able to accurately conjure how tight and hot and perfect she was in real life. She was made for him, a perfect fit. And that one crazy night in the limo was nothing compared to this.

Because this wasn’t just about her tight body or sexy, smoky stare. It was her...all of her.

Her hips bucked against his, her arms straining against his grip. “Keep your hands above your head,” he growled. “Don’t make me stop.”

He released her and her hands immediately fisted in the duvet, her knuckles white. “Please don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you want, Lainey.”

“I...” She stopped to moan as his hand came between them and found her clit. “Oh, my God. I want to come again.”

He bent his head down to her ear. “You want to come again, greedy girl?”

“Yes,” she panted, her head lolling back and forth. “I want to come against your hand.”

Sweet fucking hell.

As if it wasn’t enough that she’d been so perfectly responsive, the desperation in her voice as she told him how she wanted to come was...everything.

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