Page 44 of Impossible Heir for the King

‘And yet I can’t keep my hands off you.’ He advanced on her.

‘You have a high sex drive. It’s nothing to do with me.’

His smile finally faded. ‘And what about you? Have you just discovered your own high sex drive? Does that have nothing to do withme?’ He shook his head. ‘This isus, Maia. This is only like this betweenus. You and me.’

Her pulse thundered. ‘You said we were just burning this out.’

‘Yeah, well. Maybe I was wrong.’

‘You’re the king,’ she goaded. Driven—yet again—by that inner demon who lived to provoke him. ‘You’re never wrong.’

‘I’mhuman, Maia. And as you know more than anyone, I don’t always perform at my best. Especially around—’ He sighed heavily. ‘I’m volatile around you.’

‘You don’t like that.’

‘It’s unusual,’ he clipped.

‘I guess this is an unusual set of circumstances.’

‘Do you know, I don’t actually think it is the circumstances,’ he said. ‘I think it’s just you.’

‘Then perhaps I should go.’

His hands landed heavily on her waist. ‘You’re not bloody going anywhere.’

She tossed her head as the fire ignited.Thiswas what she’d wanted. To push him into pulling her closer.

‘Nobody has ever driven me crazy the way you do.’ He stared at her for a long moment.

She squirmed as he read the hunger she knew she couldn’t hide. And sure enough he suddenly smiled.

‘You don’t have to taunt me into sleeping with you, Maia,’ he lazily leaned closer to whisper hot and rough in her ear. ‘I will do this with you anytime. Just bat your lashes. Crook your damned little finger. Lick your lips. Anything. I will pleasure you anytime you want. Because I want you incessantly. Endlessly. All thebloodytime.’

Primal satisfaction surged at his admission of uncontrolled desire and in seconds she melted. They sank where they were, barely beyond the doorway of his suite. He stripped away the soft coral silk and dragged in a stunned breath when he saw the lace underwear she’d enjoyed choosing with him in mind. His reaction was everything she’d wanted. Because in seconds the underwear was gone and he was between her legs, stroking her to searing heights. She liked the danger of him. The strength. The way he moved to hold her as if he would never let her go. As if she could never, ever escape. ‘But I like taunting you...’

‘Well then, my sweet little vixen, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.’

He flipped her over and lifted her to her knees. She gasped, stunned as he moved behind her. Desire ignited as he touched her in ways she’d never imagined. She was so hot and he was so wicked.

‘What are you doing?’ she moaned helplessly, so, so close. ‘Why have you stopped?’

His smile was pure devilishness.

She batted her lashes. She crooked her little finger. She licked her lips.

And with each invitation he rewarded her—with attention, with kisses, strokes, teases, but never giving her enough to let her have her release.

‘Niko!’ she gasped in lustful outrage and desperation.

‘Ask me nicely,’ he dared. ‘Just this once.’

Breathless she twisted from his hold and lay back on the floor, inviting him with her spread legs, with the arch of her hips, with the sweep of her hands across her breasts and down her body...in an effort to tempt him into loss of control. In an effort to get what she needed all on her own.

But he swiped her hands away with a devilish laugh. ‘Oh no, my darling. That pleasure is for another day. Today you only come onmytouch.’

She met his playful gaze and conceded everything. ‘Then touch me.Please.’

He didn’t just touch her. He took her—hard. Her orgasm was instant. She cried out—shocked at the intensity. But he kissed her through the comedown, then laced his fingers through hers and slowly built her up again. The connection was intimate and enduring. He rocked into her over and over, somehow pressing closer and closer still. His gaze bored into hers—with soft amusement, such tenderness and savage tension.

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