Cinderella's Royal Seduction / Crowned At The Desert King's Command. Dani Collins
his leg hair against the sensitive cheeks of her bottom. He pulled the cotton off her ankles and flicked it over his shoulder, joining her bra somewhere in the snow.
“And how does this feel, süsse?” His fingertips trailed across her outer thigh to her hip while she absorbed the eddies of hot water moving freely against her most intimate places.
She could hardly breathe. She thought about his touch trailing into those places and shifted restlessly, her nose finding its way into the wet whiskers under his jaw.
“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed with embarrassment. “I’ve never touched a man.”
“Then by all means, find out what you’ve been missing.” His teeth flashed in a brief smile, but he chucked her chin. “And come here. I want to kiss you again.”
She pressed her mouth to his, joyously returning to this wondrous place where she could flagrantly gorge herself on the taste and feel of his lips and tongue and the beard that was rough and silky and utterly compelling.
Shyly, one arm firmly encircling his neck, she let her other hand drift to caress across his shoulder. Those tendons were tight and straining, but not in the way they’d been this afternoon. His pectoral muscles were taut, too, flexing beneath her touch as she dipped her hand below the surface.
Was that his nipple? She scraped her thumb across it, and he made a low sound of pleasure in his throat, one she couldn’t help teasing out of him a second time before she shifted to make space for her hand to trail between them, down to the fierce shape pressing so insistently against her hip.
As she closed her fist on the girth of him, his fingers bit into her waist where he anchored her on his thighs. His teeth took hold of her bottom lip, and she felt the rumble of his pleasured groan vibrate in his chest.
How utterly fascinating. She moved her hand, learning the shape of him, discovering what made him hiss or release sounds of delicate agony.
“Am I hurting you?” she broke their kiss to ask.
“No.” He stole brief, hungry kisses. “Squeeze tighter.”
She looked down at where the dark water obscured her view of him. “I feel cheated.”
“So do I.” He nuzzled under her chin. Beneath the water, he skimmed his hand along the back of her thigh, but stopped where her leg sat pressed to the top of his.
She tucked her chin and kissed him, squeezed him more boldly and allowed her legs to relax.
His flesh pulsed in her fist and he tilted her, rolling her into a more aggressive kiss that flipped her heart on its edge. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation, but his fingertips only teased behind her thighs, the barest touch skimming lightly across the fine hairs that protected her folds.
She sobbed with denial. Opened her legs more. Tried to tell him wordlessly what she wanted. He made a low sound of satisfaction and his touch moved to the front of her thighs, stroked inward and upward, until she was the one biting his lip, aching with expectancy.
When his hand finally, firmly covered her, her stomach fluttered and she groaned into his mouth. He seemed to brand her with his intimate touch, claiming her so thoroughly, she had to break their kiss and exchange breathless pants with him.
“If we do this right, we’ll do it together,” he said in a voice like smoke and velvet. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Then opened her mouth in a silent scream because he lifted all but one finger from her and gently worked his wicked touch against her.
“Keep stroking me, süsse,” he urged in a whisper. “I like it. It feels like this.” He found the most sensitive place on her body and pressed without mercy, two fingertips now slowly circling to draw her into a place of mindless pleasure.
She shook, groaning with abandon into his naked shoulder, not realizing she had tightened her hold on him until he gave an abbreviated thrust into her grip and made a ragged noise against her ear.
“Like that, yes.” His breath hissed with concentrated pleasure. “We’re going to kill each other.” He rocked his touch, unhurried as he stoked the fire within her. “I couldn’t be happier than to die right here, tonight. Like this.”
It was the most singular experience of her life, to communicate completely with touch. To caress him and sense his pleasure as acutely as she experienced her own.
He became her entire world. Nothing mattered in these concentrated seconds except his touch passing across her bundle of nerves, his pulse against her palm, the wall of his iron-hard body shifting with light friction against her skin.
Tension coiled in her abdomen. Through her whole body. She licked his skin and kissed him with abandon, trying to make him understand how exquisite he was making her feel. How he was torturing her beyond what she thought she could stand, yet she never wanted him to stop.
In a subtle move, he hitched her a fraction higher and his touch probed. Her inner muscles tightened at the intrusion of his finger. She shivered despite being so hot she thought she would incinerate. He bit tenderly at her lips with his own, teasing kisses of reassurance as the pressure of his palm rocked where she needed it most.
She saw stars. Gripped him tightly in her fist and matched the rhythm of his thrusts with a lift of her hips against his firm hand. The crisis rose. She tasted copper and thought she might have bitten his lip. She wasn’t sure, but he didn’t complain. He only kept up the wild caresses that carried them both over a waterfall so they plunged freely off a cliff into the mist.
RHYS VAGUELY WONDERED if there was an aphrodisiac in these waters, because he had never climaxed so hard in his life. Despite aching from the force of it, he wanted nothing but to pull Sopi astride him and sink into the satin depths he’d claimed with his touch.
He gently cradled her trembling body against his unsteady heart, trying to find his breath. Trying to find a shred of sense, because all-night lovemaking had a place—and it wasn’t a primordial pond in the frozen wilderness.
With a virgin disguised as a woodland nymph.
He didn’t disbelieve her about her inexperience, but he was incredulous that such a passionate woman hadn’t found someone to share her sensuality with.
No one has ever made me feel like this.
Him, either, and that shook him. He wasn’t entitled to this sort of high. His deepest instincts began to war, one side warning him that he couldn’t have this. The other, greedier side wanted to mate and mate some more. Grind himself against her until they were nothing but dust.
She posed a very serious danger, this curious, unassuming goddess of a woman.
He rose abruptly, making her gasp at the shock of cold air on her wet skin.
He twisted to ease her back under the warmth of the water, seating her on the flat ledge he’d vacated.
She blinked in surprise, mouth pouted and shiny from their endless kisses, all but her collarbone hidden from his insatiable gaze.
“I’ll fetch you a towel and a robe.” He waded out of the water, welcoming the bracing slap of winter frost that cleared his head so he could think.
“You don’t have to,” she said in a small voice behind him.
“I want to,” he insisted, pushing his wet arms into his robe and belting it tightly. “Two minutes.”
Sopi was reeling from what she’d done with the prince. Her whole body tingled with lassitude, the kind that made her want to groan in luxury at how deliciously sated she felt. She couldn’t