Prince of Passion by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page A

voice was strained, rough.  
    Her hand moved up and down his length, learning the feel of him. Several times he moaned, his hands fisting in the blanket, yet not once did he stop her.  
    “I need you too desperately,” he whispered.  
    Before she could argue that she wasn’t done, he leaned up and took her in a kiss that stole her breath. She clung to his shoulders, her body quivering with each rub of his rod against her sex.   He reached between them and cupped her, running his finger through her moist curls until he pushed inside her. Senga gasped at the sensation and tore her mouth from his.  
    In and out his fingers moved. She felt her own wetness, the desire coiling inside her. As if he understood her need, Keiran laid back and lifted her by her hips until she knelt over his cock. She sank onto him, his length, his heat, his hardness filling her inch by delicious inch.  
    His hands cupped her breasts and gave her nipples a pinch before his thumbs began to move back and forth over the tiny buds. Shivers of delight raced through her, causing her to shift her hips, and the most delectable pleasure consumed her.  
    She moved her hips, causing Keiran’s fingers to dig into her skin as his own pleasure mounted. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his hand moved to her sex and stroked her pearl with the barest of touches, sending her higher.  
    Her climax took her almost instantly. With her hands on Keiran’s chest to hold her up, Senga bit her lip to keep from crying out and rode her orgasm. Keiran gripped her hips, sliding her up and down his length, and he plunged deep inside of her. He buried his head in her neck a moment before he stiffened beneath her, his body jerking with his own climax.  
    Keiran caught Senga as she fell atop his chest, their ragged breaths filling the air around them. Though they had tried to be quiet, he was sure Molly hadn’t slept through their lovemaking.  
    He ran his hands over his mate’s back, learning the wonderful, silky feel of her skin. He couldn’t wait to return to Drahcir with her by his side. They would enter the gates to the cheers of their people. His family would be there to greet them with hugs, tears and laughter.  
    Much rejoicing would fill the kingdom as the curse would be fulfilled once more. Keiran knew his mother would waste little time in getting a ceremony together for their wedding. It was just a formality, but one he knew Senga would enjoy immensely.  
    He couldn’t wait to see the crown sitting atop her beautiful honey curls, the bright sun shining down upon her and highlighting her golden strands.  
    A gift. He wanted to give her a gift, something to celebrate their return to Drahcir and their future together. He had a magnificent teardrop shaped sapphire he could have set in a necklace.  
    Though he would gift her with it, it wasn’t exactly what he had envisioned. In his mind, he went through the jewels he had purchased over the years as well as the ones in the royal vault. And that’s when he recalled the amazing yellow diamond ring he’d stumbled across before he’d left Drahcir.  
    It was perfect. Just the gift for his wife. He couldn’t wait to see it on her hand. It would be a sign of their love.  
    Love? Do I love her? I lust after her, but love?  
    Keiran pushed a strand of hair from her face to find her sleeping. Her lips were parted slightly and her hand was curled on his chest.   She was beautiful, brave, loyal and courageous—everything a future queen of Drahcir needed to be. Being with her made him feel whole, and there was no question he cared for her. The emotion that made his heart beat faster every time he looked at her could be love.  
    He suspected it was love. But he couldn’t say for sure. Not yet, anyway.  
    Gently, he rolled to his side. Senga shifted and curled on her side away from him. He ran his hand over the swell of her hips to the indent of her waist. Even now, as exhausted as he was, he