Royally Romanced by Marie Donovan

with a vengeance, rising up to meet his driving thrusts. He tossed his head back, a matching groan escaping from him. She reached up and fastened her mouth on his shoulder, salty and slick under her tongue.
    “I’ll do that to your cock next time,” she promised, tremors building again.
    He flinched and jerked inside her, hitting her G-spot. She dug her heels into the mattress and her fingers into his ass. “Do it, now!” She felt her control slipping away and disintegrated into a screaming mass of nerves. He let out a shout and followed her, his neck pulling into cords as every muscle in his body tensed.
    Giorgio’s climax was as long and impressive as he was. She held tight to him, kissing the slick skin of his chest and shoulders wherever she could reach. He finally stopped and smiled down at her, sweat making little black curls at his temples and the nape of his neck. “Give me a second to start breathing again.”
    “You can have two.”
    He laughed and kissed her, his body sliding over hers. They were both sticky and wet, and her hair had to be a fright, but who cared?
    After a quick bathroom detour, he collapsed at her side, still gasping for air. She went up on one elbow and looked down at him. “Wow.”
    He grinned at her. “Yes, as you say, ‘wow.’” He pulled her down for a quick kiss.
    She rolled onto her back. “I mean, geez, I knew it would be something but that was something. ”
    It was his turn to lean over her. “I knew we would be like this together. I had to hide my desire for you with a suit jacket in the first minutes we met.”
    “Really?” Smooth, suave Giorgio had had an unexpected hard-on for the dress designer? “I’m flattered.”
    “No, I am flattered that you would be here with me. So beautiful.” He ran a tender hand over her cheek, her breasts and hips. “Give me a little while and I will show you how flattered I am.”
    She smiled and touched his face. “We won’t let that one go to waste.”
    He kissed her hand and pulled her into a spooning position. Even soft, his cock was impressive against her bottom. She wiggled experimentally and he groaned. “Insatiable woman. I can see I will have my hands full with you.” To emphasize his words, he cupped her breast in his hand.
    She giggled. “Your hands, your mouth, your cock…” She giggled again as he snorted in surprise. “What? Do I shock you?”
    “Only in the best way possible. I had forgotten how blunt New Yorkers can be.”
    The New Yorker yawned. “It’s been about sixteen hours since I left there, but I am perfectly willing to boss you around in bed once I get my second wind.”
    “You say that, but I knew what you wanted.” He tongued her earlobe and she shivered. He lowered his voice to a honeyed purr. “You loved it when I pinned you down—your sweet little pussy tightened even more on me. Your body will tell me what you want.”
    She swallowed hard. Dammit, he was right. She yawned elaborately again and he immediately pulled a soft cotton sheet over their naked forms. “Rest, mia bella. I do not want to wear you out the first day.”
    His breathing quickly fell into the slow, regular pattern of sleep, but to her annoyance, she was still awake and thinking about what he had said. Yes, he had possessed her in the most elemental sense of the world, pinned her down and taken her like the lord of the manor and the local lovely virgin peasant girl.
    On the other hand, the lord of the manor wouldn’t have bothered to make the peasant girl come screaming twice in five minutes.
    Renata was a modern girl, used to taking charge in her life and in the bedroom, as well, if need be. But what if she didn’t need to take charge? It was an interesting idea. Not that she wanted to bring out any weird leather accoutrements that were ho-hum among certain friends of Flick’s, but if she were going to do the deed with an honest-to-goodness prince, she may as well try new things. The man was born and bred to be