Secrets of a Reckless Princess by Annabel Wolfe Page B

an inarticulate sound as Marc swept her up in his arms, took into her sleeping chamber, and set her down on the large bed before hooking the wisp of sheer lingerie she wore under her tunics, and drawing it down her legs. He must have undressed during that tempestuous kiss Damon had given her, because he was fully nude, his cock high and swollen, and his aquamarine eyes gleamed with predatory hunger.
    “Open for me.”
    A part of her disliked being ordered to do anything, but another part, the part that wanted him inside her as quickly as possible, overruled any imagined outrage. There was a flush of heat on her skin, she was wet and receptive already she realized as she parted her thighs, and the way he stared at her, as if he was mesmerized, was even more arousing.
    The bed gave as Marc joined her, immediately moving on top her, his knees widening her legs, the tip of his cock rubbing against her. Pleasure shot through her body and Jayla arched and gasped.
    “My mouth first?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear. “Or are you ready to be fucked right away?”
    The crudity surprised her, but there was enough of a teasing tone to his voice she knew it was for shock value, a slight smile twitching his lips at her expression.
    Two could play that game and she wanted him inside her and as soon as possible.
    “Fuck me,” she ordered in her best commanding tone, her hands coming up to rest on his muscled shoulders. “And don’t disappoint me, Ambassador.”

    * * * *

    He should have known better. His life partner was not only a passionate female, but despite her delicate beauty, more than capable of handling an arrogant male with ease, even if he’d only been joking.
    Marc admired her beauty—that he was attracted to her was without question, but he found he also liked her. Jayla would make a capable queen, and undoubtedly a fine mother for his children, and an exceptional mate. Her loyalty to Le Clerc, too, was something he admired. He had no desire to interfere with their special bond, but he did want a bond of his own beyond the legalities of their marriage.
    Right now, though, he needed her, the throbbing in his cock distracting, and if the glistening moistness between her slim thighs was any indication, she wanted him just as much. A pink hue to her skin indicated sexual arousal also, as did the hard tips of her delectable breasts.
    Marc nudged her vaginal opening, the small slit giving to the pressure so the tip of his erection slid in. “I’ll do my best,” he said through his teeth, her tightness and heat washing a wave of pleasure like a soft rolling sea through him.
    She met his first thrust with lifted hips, her small gasp echoing out. March grasped her firm ass in his hands and adjusted their position so he could push deep, impaling her to the hilt, her slick passage accepting his whole length. He began a steady rhythm of withdrawal and penetration, and Jayla matched him with equal fervor, her legs locking around his waist, her breathing erratic.
    Those sexy little sounds she made might just push him too far too fast, he decided as he reached between their mating bodies and stroked her, desperation taking on a whole new meaning because she’d issued a challenge and yet he knew the rise of his climax was imminent. His testicles tightened and he fought it, lightly circling her clitoris which each inward thrust. Her nails dug in, she trembled, and he closed his eyes and moved faster, control tenuous at best.
    Finally, she came apart beneath him, her inner muscles rippling and tightening, and he groaned and buried his penis deep, the surge of his ejaculation shaking his entire body.
    “How was that, your Highness?” he managed to say once he’d regained his breath, not quite attaining the lazy insouciance he tried for, but coming at least close. “You didn’t seem…. disappointed .”
    Jayla’s eyes drifted open, her face framed in the spill of her pale hair and her smile all feminine provocation.