Page 6 of Twelve Nights In The Prince's Bed

‘You are so sexy,’ he said, and, even in her desire-addled state, she wondered why he sounded a little angry about that. ‘So goddamned sexy.’

Sexy? And here Poppy had always thought herself lacking any kind of sex appeal whatsoever... ‘I want you,’ she said, simply, a sentence she’d thought many times in her head and never been able to speak aloud. Until now.

‘Let’s see about that,’ he growled, catching her behind her bottom and carrying her once more, away from the wall and towards the bed, which he placed her in the middle of and brought his body over hers, staring down into her eyes. His hands found the elastic of her thong and slid it down her legs. He moved quickly and yet it was so sensual, his touch thorough and the air against her body cool. She shivered all over, earning a smile from Adrastos.

‘Even better.’ His eyes roamed her body with possessive heat, lingering on her breasts, her flat stomach, the apex of hair at the top of her thighs, admiration something she knew she wasn’t imagining in his features.

Perhaps she should have expected it, given his last statement, and yet his touch against her sex was totally foreign to Poppy so she startled, jerking to a half-sitting position. His face shifted, focussing on her for a moment before he returned his attention to her womanhood, pressing a finger inside, and the totally unfamiliar sensation made her pulse riot and her body explode.

‘Adrastos!’ Now his name was a cry into the air, rent with passion. He moved his head upwards, pressing a sharp kiss against her lips, lingering there, his tongue striking hers.

‘Shh,’ he commanded into her mouth, with the hint of a laugh in the single sound. ‘You are so loud, someone is bound to come and investigate.’

She wasn’t sure she cared, in that moment. What mattered beyond this?

He pressed another finger into her, filling her so she arched her back and moaned, the pleasure so different, so full, so utterly indescribable.

‘You are so wet,’ he muttered and, for a moment, Poppy wondered if there was something wrong with that. She wished she had more experience, that she knew a little more about what they were doing and what Adrastos would want. ‘So perfectly wet,’ he said with a shake of his head. Not a bad thing, then.

He moved his mouth back to her breasts, flicking one then the other with his tongue as his fingers moved inside her, the rhythm in sync so she was facing multiple wildfires throughout her body, all of them burning out of control.

He drew his mouth lower, to her stomach, and then removed his hands from her breasts, pushing her legs apart and holding them wide, so she was momentarily bereft, because his touch was so perfect and she ached to feel him in her.

Only, he wasn’t finished. The mouth that had driven her so wild by licking and sucking on her nipples pressed to her sex now, his tongue striking at her so she cried his name, pleasure saturating the syllables. She’d never imagined this could feel so...so...

‘Oh, oh, oh...’ she moaned as waves of pleasure built within her. His hands massaged her thighs and his tongue struck at her until she was crying out faster and faster, filling the room with the audible proof of her passion and then her release. She shook all over, trembling from head to toe as a new, terrifying and overpowering knowledge seeped into her body.

‘Holy Mother of God,’ she said with a shake of her head, breathing almost impossible, as he looked up at her, his expression one of utmost intensity. He stood with slow purpose, his hands unfastening his belt and removing it, placing it on the edge of the bed before he returned to his trousers, undoing the button first, then the zip. He moved at normal speed but to Poppy it was excruciatingly slow, because she wanted to feel, and she wanted to see. Sitting up when she was able, she wriggled to the edge of the bed and took over, her eyes hooked to his as she pushed his trousers down and then hooked her hands into the waistband of his briefs.

Desire exploded in her veins.

He was so beautiful. She was terrified of what was about to happen, but also absolutely sure it was what she wanted, no matter the consequences.

She pushed his underpants down, then realised she hadn’t thought this through. His arousal was at her eye height and she had no idea what to do with that, only she felt she wanted things she didn’t know enough about. She didn’t want to disappoint him, and so, instead of leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, she lifted a hand to his shaft, wrapping her fingers around him and swallowing past a sudden lump in her throat. Because he was big. Not just big. Huge.

It startled her back to reality quicker than anything could.

He swore, the curse filling the room, and when she jerked her face to his, she saw that his eyes were closed, his skin pale, his lips compressed.

Had she done something wrong? She dropped her hand away quickly. ‘You don’t like to be touched?’

His eyes blinked open, fixing directly on her. ‘Like it?’ he repeated through clenched teeth. ‘You think I didn’t like that?’

‘I... I’m not sure.’

He frowned slowly.

‘Then let me be clear: I did. I do. But in the interest of honesty, if you touch me like that, I’m going to come, so don’t do it again.’

She trembled, an unknown, unfamiliar power moving through her.

‘Because I wantyou.’

More power, more pleasure, but also the shifting of certainty, doubts returning, and, thankfully, a hint of sanity. Urgency. She had to tell him that she’d never done this before.

‘I want that as well,’ she said after a pause, and, despite his warning, she lifted a hand to his base and wrapped her fingers around him, smiling at the sound of air hissing between his teeth.

‘Poppy.’ Her name held a warning.

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