Her Royal Masquerade (Her Royal Romance) by Natasha Moore Read Free Book Online

me.”
    “One moment, cara mia . One sweet moment. I want to watch you fly first.” He brushed his thumb roughly over her clit. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him as her body came apart beneath him. Vittorio had never seen anything so beautiful. She cried out, first with words he didn’t understand, then his name again and again, like music, like a song she was singing only for him.
    When she stilled, he grabbed protection from the drawer in the nightstand and rolled it on carefully. Then he covered her soft warm body with his once again. She smiled as she opened for him and he sank into her hot slick center. With one long thrust he filled her, claimed her.
    “Oh yes,” she cried. Birgitte wrapped her arms and legs around him, held on tightly as he began to move in her. His thrusts were slow at first, dragging in and out of her, trying to draw out the pleasure. But, just as he’d known, there was no drawing it out this time. He’d been wanting this too much. Soon he was plunging faster, harder, and she was moving with him.
    Riding him. Taking him as much as he was taking her.
    His climax exploded with a burst of sensations stronger than he ever remembered before. He clenched his jaw and grasped her shoulders as he emptied himself with one spasm after another. When he was done, he collapsed, wrung out. At the last minute, he rolled and landed on the mattress beside her rather than crushing her beneath him. He gathered her into his arms and held her close while his heartbeat returned to normal.
    They slumbered in each other’s arms, waking after a short while to indulge in another sweet bout of lovemaking. Vittorio was pleased how well suited they were for one another. How well Birgitte’s passion met his own. He found himself wanting to know more about her. What she liked besides dancing and music. What she was searching for when she haunted the clubs.
    They’d have much to discuss. Perhaps this would not need to be the strictly business arrangement he’d expected to propose. He fell asleep for the last time, planning to discuss marriage with the princess over breakfast.
    But when he woke up in the morning, Birgitte was gone.

 
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Mia shivered with the memory of Vittorio’s body stretched over hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Alone in her small kitchen, she wrapped her hands a little more tightly around her mug of morning coffee. Their first sexual encounter had been hot, fast, and incredible. The second time had been slower, softer, but no less amazing.
    She’d been surprised that the prince had taken the time to learn the sensitive places on her body, erotic spots Mia hadn’t even been aware of, like the nape of her neck, the tender spot behind her knees, her ankles. How could she have known a man’s lips on her ankles could drive her insane?
    She’d inspected his body too, his hard muscles and sensitive stomach, thick hair and velvety soft skin. She’d learned the taste of his lips, the scent of his arousal, and the sound of his groans as he climaxed.
    In Vittorio’s arms, Mia had felt so special. So beautiful. She’d never before felt like a sexy woman, not until she met Vittorio. She may have pretended to be Birgitte, but Mia held tight to the knowledge that it was her skin he had been touching. Her ears into which he’d been whispering. Her body he had claimed.
    After taking second place to Birgitte for her entire life, Mia could not regret the deception that had led to that incredible night. It had been the most difficult thing she’d ever done to climb out of his warm bed and walk away.
    Her heart beat wildly as her memories overwhelmed her, as if Vittorio’s hands were still on her this very moment. The howl of the wind outside made a mournful sound, echoing the cry from deep in her soul.
    Mia stared out her window at the graceful silhouettes of snow drifts curling around her small cottage. For a moment, she’d been back in Mezzano and the view