Loving the Forbidden Prince

Chapter 195 – More Of You

ETAN

His entire skin was alive with her, shivering and aching, burning with heat, yet dry to the touch. Her teasing had whet his already reawakening appetite, and when he took her and she began to keen, he went up in flames, urgent and desperate.

He knew if he wasn't carefully, he'd simply plow her and find his release. But he wanted to savor her, to continue the teasing—but raise the stakes.

So as he swallowed her cries, praying that the men wouldn't hear her, he kept her hands pinned so she couldn't touch him and push him over the edge.

"I want to see you… to touch you," he whispered, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth. "I'm going to roll us over, hold on."

Ayleth's breath caught as he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he rolled onto his back, pulling her up and over him.

But though they'd only done this once before, it took her only moments to find her bearings.

Her hair fell over their faces, shielding them from the world as she planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, rocking her hips and her mouth dropping open at the new sensations.

Unable to resist, Etan gritted his teeth and grabbed her ass, pulling her down, grinding into her for several thrusts.

Then he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down, whispering into her ear, "Breathe."

She sucked in and pushed back up to ride him again and he groaned. He almost gave in. His body fought with his mind, and his heart was torn in two. He wanted her, so desperately. But he needed to show her, to bring her into this love with him.

Setting his jaw against his own pleasure, he grabbed her hands and moved them to his shoulders, tipping her forward so her breasts dangled in his face. She opened her eyes, surprised, but then they rolled back in her head when he cupped one breast and took her nipple in his mouth, at the same time he flattened the other hand at her lower back and pulled her against him.

Ayleth's breath shuddered and her body twitched at the dual assault on her senses.

She clenched around him and whimpered, but he wasn't ready for this to end, so he whispered, "Hold on," again, then pushed up to sit, arms wrapped around her so she couldn't fall to far backwards.

She startled at his sudden movement, and with her arms braced, she was pushed backwards, arching over his hand still splayed at her back. But then he thrust again and her eyes hooded.

"Oh… Etan…"

They rolled together and she caught the rhythm of it, riding him as if she would a horse. And the image in his mind, coupled with the vision of her breasts bobbing with their movements almost tipped him over the edge.

Ayleth had surrendered herself. She let go of his shoulders and let him take her weight, urging him on with her hips, but her hands falling to her own thighs, her fingers twitching as they joined again, and again, and again.

A tormented groan eased out of Etan's throat at the sight of her, loose and languid, her mouth slack, but lips tipped up with the pleasure of it. Her hair falling back to tickle his knees.

Unable to resist, he trailed his fingers down her cheek, down the cord of her neck, down to the peak of her breast—rivet hard and rosy in the sunlight.

In a flash of inspiration, he remembered the way she'd played with herself that first morning after their wedding, and in a teasing parody of a galloping horse, flicked his fingertips down over her nipple again, and again, and again.

She twitched with every pass of his fingers, sighing his name as she stopped bracing on her knees and let her weight grind into him.

Etan's breath was a hoarse rasp, his hands desperate and clinging as his control frayed to a thread. He whispered her name over and over, pleading, praying for her to follow him into the abyss of pleasure that waited for them.

She jolted, twitching, her body tensing, her jaw slack… but she wasn't there. Dear, Lord, she wasn't there.

The angle was all wrong for him to reach her properly, and he needed to hold her weight and continue his ministrations on her breast.

"Touch yourself, Ayleth," he rasped. "Show me… touch yourself."

She bit her lip, but didn't protest as Etan, groaning for the sheer joy of it, watched her raise one hand to cup the back of his neck, and bring the other hand between them.

He felt her clench when she found the spot, watched her free nipple prickle tight and high, and goosebumps chase down her arms and thighs.

"Ayleth!" He continued his playing, thrusting, pulling her into him with the hand at her back, but his entire body—his entire existence—had sucked in and tunneled to this indescribable pleasure that they made together.

"Oh god, Etan, I'm… oh!"

Her eyes flew open and her body shook. She sucked in to scream his name, and Etan wrapped her in his arms, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into him as he took her mouth and swallowed her cries.

They arched together again and again, and he crested the wave, his orgasm hitting him at the base of his spine so he roared into her mouth.

Again and again they rolled, their climaxes easing only slowly, until suddenly Ayleth jerked and sucked in hard, threw her arms around his neck and pulled herself into his chest, shaking.

Etan's climax broke too, and he clung to her, embracing her, his lips in her hair, eyes blinking, trying to focus as his breath continued to shudder and break.

Then they were still except for their heaving chests. Arms wrapped around each other—Etan's arm at her spine, his fingers cradling her head—they panted together, sweaty and boneless.

When Etan finally caught his breath and had the wherewithal to quiet his breathing, he went very still, listening.

"What is it?" Ayleth whispered, suddenly tense.

Etan chuckled into her hair and kissed her temple. "I was only uncertain how much noise we'd made. I don't want to torture poor Falek. You know how protective he gets. He might get concerned for your safety."

"Oh, Etan!" she hissed, but he could hear the smile in her voice. "Don't even make me think about… anyone else."

He sat up straight, grinning, both hands in her hair, fluffing out the long, loose curls that shot gold when the dappled sunlight from the roof hit it.

"If you're thinking about anyone else, I am not doing my job as your husband," he said, his voice low and husky with residual desire.

Ayleth's lips curled up on one side and she took his jaw in one hand.. "You do your job very, very well," she whispered breathlessly, then kissed him until he was breathless too.