Prince of Desire by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

and she throbbed deep inside her sex.  
    Witnessing him at her breast was so…erotic she found she wanted to explore him as he had done her. With great effort, she moved her arms and pulled his head up. His black eyes were glazed with desire as they stared at her.
    “My turn,” she said as she pushed him up.
    His fingers pinched her nipple once more, and she felt a moment's remorse.   Then, with a wicked smile, he sat up and removed his leather jerkin. The neck of his tunic plunged deep giving her an ample view of his wide, sculpted chest.
    She moved to him on her knees and reached for his tunic. Slowly, she pulled the garment from his trews and lifted it over his head before she tossed it carelessly to the ground.  
    Her breath caught in her throat at the specimen before her. He wasn't just defined, his muscles rippled and glowed bronze in the firelight. She touched his warm flesh, and sighed at the wonder of such a man.  
    A sizzle of awareness passed through her. She raised her gaze to Lucian and found him watching her.
    “It’s as if my body already knows you,” she whispered.
    “Because it does.”
    She swallowed, not sure she could really comprehend just what was happening to her. Before he could say more, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his collarbone. His quick intake of breath made her smile. She had no idea what she was doing, but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted.
    As she placed kisses along his neck and shoulders, her hands roamed at will from his thick chest to narrow waist to his bulging arms.  
    And never once did he stop her.
    Not even when she reached for the laces of his trews. She had never felt so in control before, and she loved it. When he rose to remove his boots and pants, she reclined on the bed watching each delicious inch of him revealed to her.
    When he stood as naked as she, she sucked in her breath at the length and width of him straining forward.   His rod was large, and it gave her pause to know that it would push through her maidenhead.
    “You've never had a lover,” he said.
    She heard the excitement in his voice as she shook her head.  
    He leaned down until his hands were on either side of her, and his face mere inches from hers. “Good,” he said just before he claimed a kiss that curled her toes and promised delights she had only dreamed about.
    The kiss drained her of everything at the same time life surged within her, growing and consuming her until all she thought about, cared about was Lucian and the fire he had started within her.
    Her arms wound around his neck as she gave in to his kiss, releasing every doubt she had. His cock pressed into her stomach, its thick, hard length reminding her just what her body craved.
    Yet, Lucian didn't allow her that pleasure. Instead, he brought her body back to the frenzied peak with his fingers and mouth.   She was mindless with the passion, careening out of control.
    Then she felt his mouth between her legs. The cry of pleasure died in her throat as waves upon waves of bliss rolled through her. All she could do was hang on as Lucian continued his wonderful assault, her pleasure growing with each breath and lick.
    And just when she was about to reach the pinnacle…he stopped.
    “Nay,” she cried and reached for him.
    “Easy, love,” he whispered near her ear.
    And then she felt the tip of him at her entrance. She opened her legs wider, eager to feel his fullness, filling her, stretching her…completing her.
    Inch by agonizing inch he pushed into her. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist urging him on, but he ignored her.   She shifted her hips and felt him sink deeper before he suddenly stopped and rotated his hips.
    Isabelle sighed and ran her hands down his arms. “I need you. I need to feel all of you inside of me.”
    He responded by moving his hips again, rocking gently inside her. She knew he wasn't fully sheathed, but the sensations his movements caused were too good to stop.   Isabelle