Asteria In Love with the Prince by Tanya Korval Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn’t just long, but thick: hard and throbbing. I swallowed hard at the sight of him as he rolled on a condom, my mind lurching with the sudden reality of it. This is really happening: we’re really going to—
    Then he was on me again, his thighs between mine, and I felt him pressing, spreading, sliding up into me, oh GOD straight up into me, one long thrust almost to the hilt. His hands thumped into the bed either side of me and he began to move. He was stretching me deliciously and after a few thrusts he’d filled me, the coarse hair of his groin pressing right up against me on each in stroke, the depth of it making me cry out not in pain but in pleasure.
    I was in the Prince’s bed, dressed like a harlot, writhing under him as he fucked me fully clothed. That should have appalled me, but somehow it made it even better.
    His thrusts increased in pace, his face drawn into a savage mask, anger and lust possessing him. This wasn’t making love: we were both far past that, consumed by our need. His hands found my breasts again, and he squeezed, first gently, then firmly, and finally, as his thrusts reached a crescendo, almost hard enough to make me cry out. Somehow, the roughness seemed to intensify my pleasure, make the liquid friction inside me more exquisite.
    My hands were clinging to his arms, caressing the hard muscles there. His body seemed to cover me, hulking over me like an animal devouring me, and I threw back my head and let him. His let out a deep growl of pleasure as he suddenly thrust all the way into me and held there, his groin grinding right up against my clit, his weight heavy on me as he came. That was enough to send me over the edge, my body quaking as my orgasm rolled through me. I clung onto him, fingers finding his hair and knotting in it, until we both collapsed panting on the bed.
    After many minutes, he rolled onto his side and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, his eyes were full of sadness. “I am sorry,” he said in English, the gentleness in his voice a vivid contrast to his harsh accent. “But you should go. You cannot stay here too long.”
    I nodded and started to look for my clothes. It hit me that this was how it would always be: stolen moments and illicit couplings; hiding and lying. What about in a month? Six months? A year? Did he intend to keep me as his secret, or would he eventually tell the world? And what the hell would it be like when we eventually went to Asteria: where, judging from what the aide had told me on the plane, the slavery stories were very real?
    I glanced over my shoulder. He was still lying on the bed, watching me dress, and that smile of his, that dark and dangerous smile, made my insides light up all over again, even in my post-orgasmic haze.
    I decided those questions could wait.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    I stood under the shower with the spray cranked to cold. I shivered, but the freezing water didn’t cool the deeper heat inside me.
    I’d crept from Jagor’s room as soon as I’d dressed. Legs weak, I’d managed to stumble back to my own room only to immediately strip off again. The rooms were air-conditioned but I couldn’t seem to cool down: hence the shower. As the surface chill gradually started to sink in. my mind began to process what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I tried to start with the small stuff.
    I was in Europe. OK, I was a long way from home, but not for the first time.
    I’d just kissed my old life and job goodbye: I didn’t even know when I’d see my apartment in New York again. A bigger jerk at that one. I’d liked my old job, however mundane it was. But I couldn’t complain about the money: Medenko had quietly slipped me a contract on the plane and I’d had to do a double-take at the numbers. And with accommodation and meals – even my clothes - paid for, all that money was just piling up in my bank account.
    I’d accepted a job with a guy I barely knew with the understanding