The Perfect Prince by Michelle M. Pillow Read Free Book Online

pants. What was he doing to her? She felt on fire, like she needed to take off her clothes. Her skin was flushed, starting to sweat. Absently, she fanned her face, trying to concentrate.
     
    Olek watched his lovely bride carefully, enjoying the way her lips sucked in between her teeth, as she tried to get out whatever it was she was trying to say. Her eyes kept dipping to his fur loincloth, as if trying to see through it. Yet, her fingers threaded in front of her, as if ready to strike him if he were to try and pounce on her.
     
    Forgetting where she had left off, she repeated, “I am not concerned with your prowess … ah!”
     
    Olek whipped his loincloth boldly from his hips and dropped it to the fur-lined floor. He stood naked and proud before her. His feet parted. His arms fell to the side as he held still, inviting her to look her fill of him.
     
    Nadja’s lungs inhaled a chestful of air, cutting off her words. Her blue eyes rounded into large spheres.
     
    Nadja couldn’t look away. Her face paled to see that the size of his mild erection was very much in proportion to the rest of his oversized anatomy. Her fingers stretched, insanely eager to touch it, to have it touch her. The center of all her aching and wonder began to throb, getting scorchingly hot at the idea. She’d dreamt of such things, on those lonely nights far away from any spaceport.
     
    To her mortification, an extremely playful grin spread over his mouth when she didn’t turn away. His hand found hold on his naked hips, his fingers tapping lightly against his flesh.
     
    Nadja gasped, panted, gasped again. His hand lifted and she thought he would touch himself. She waited to see what would happen when he did. She had read once that men could harden themselves at will. She was disappointed for he only scratched his stomach and lowered his fingers back to his hip to wait.
     
    Olek couldn’t help himself. He let loose a very arrogant, low masculine chuckle.
     
    Her round blue eyes were staring at him as if he were a striking serpent coming for her.
     
    He didn’t move, letting her eyes look their fill. And she was looking. In fact, she was doing nothing else. If he wasn’t careful, this flushing innocent in front of him would faint dead away. Already he could see she had stopped breathing altogether.
     
    Nadja stared. The muscles moved up his hair-roughened legs to form rock hard thighs and hips. Nestled beneath a treasure trail of hair, which climbed down from his flat navel, his blatant arousal began to slowly grow in size and strength.
     
    “Are you pleased?” Olek asked, a deep growl forming in the tone. The words held much more meaning than before. They were a testament to his mounting desire. If she kept looking at him so intently, sucking at her bottom lip with such concentration, he would defy all the Gods and take her right here and now.
     
    Nadja snapped her mouth shut and spun away. Her body swam in dizzying waves and she had to catch herself to keep from falling. Olek looked nothing like the men on her father’s operating table. They had been floppy. He was solid, massive … oh. Keeping her rounded eyes from looking at him again, she flung her hand frantically behind her.
     
    Feebly, she commanded, “Get dressed. I told you I don’t have any interest in … that …thing.” 
     
    “You are not pleased?” he said.
     
    Nadja didn’t see his spreading grin and didn’t know that he was teasing her. A sound of distress left her throat and she had to close her eyes to keep her world from spinning. Hugging her arms to her chest, she bit her fist.
     
    “Do I not please you?” he insisted when she didn’t answer right away.
     
    Thinking she had hurt her future husband’s feelings somehow and knowing it wasn’t a great way to start off their possible life together, she said, “No, you’re built fine
    … ah, finely built, Olek, really you are. It’s just … I don’t put much stock in these things. I think we