Undoing the top of her dress, he dropped to his knees as her skin was bared to him, letting the dress pool at her feet. He grasped her h*ps with his hand and leaned forward, breathing in her very essence.
With fierce impatience, he ripped her panties away, grabbed her thighs and spread them roughly apart, not giving her time to even gasp before he buried his face between the juncture of her legs. Her knees trembled while he began licking along her upper thighs, inching toward the place where she was aching the most.
With expert technique, he penetrated her moist folds with his tongue as he continued pushing her legs apart, and when neither of them could stand the foreplay any longer, he clasped her throbbing womanhood and sucked. She cried out when he drank from her, sliding one hand up her thigh and inserting his long fingers into her heat, making her gasp and moan in pleasure.
“Yes, Adriane, more!” she cried as she held on to his shoulder, wondering how she was still standing.
Only a slight groan exited his mouth as he continued devouring her core, his tongue torching a path along every inch of her womanhood.
More! She wanted so much more. She wanted him — only him.
“Please,” she pleaded, wanting it all.
His lips circled her most sensitive area; his tongue swirled and his fingers pushed deep inside of her. She exploded, slumping forward against his face as tremors shook her body.
“Oh, Adriane,” she groaned, unable to move at all, still upright only because she was leaning against him.
What a fool she’d been to wait so long to do this with him!
When he stood up, she nearly fell to the floor, but he caught hold of her, turning her body so she fell on the bed, her limbs weak, her rounded behind in the air.
Trying to turn, she didn’t have a chance as he grabbed her legs and pulled her back to him. “I need you now!” he said in a strained voice before lifting her hips, then gripping her as he slammed into her, burying his burning manhood deep.
Rachel cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, taking her by shock as she pulsed around him, his staff filling her completely.
“Too long,” he groaned as he pulled back, and then surged forward again, making her orgasm continue on and on. “Way too long. You are mine, Rachel Palazzo, mine forever. No other man will touch you again; no other man will have what’s mine,” he said, slamming into her again and branding her with all he was.
“Yes, Adriane,” she cried, not caring what she agreed to, just desperate for him to continue.
He paced himself, moving deep within her body before retreating and then starting all over again, moving slow and then fast, his thick arousal filling her, stretching her, building her ever higher in her need for him.
He’d already given her a surfeit of satisfaction, and still, it wasn’t enough! She felt like a sexual glutton.
“Now, Rachel. Let go now!” he demanded.
As if attuned to his every desire, she prepared to cl**ax again, her body responding to his movements, to the sound of the ardent groan deep within his chest. As he emptied himself inside her, her pleasure overwhelmed her, and she shattered, then floated away into a sea of blackness.
Rachel quickly returned to consciousness, surprised when she realized she’d passed out.
“Rachel, are you feeling all right? I should call the doctor. I was too rough; I wasn’t thinking about the babies at all. I’m sorry,” Adriane said as he ran his hands down her body, stopping on her stomach as if he could tell whether the babies were healthy just by feeling her.
Some of her euphoria faded as she saw him focused solely on her stomach.
How could she forget even for a single moment what his ultimate goal was? He had to protect his heirs no matter what.
Would nothing she did make him focus only on her?
If the sex hadn’t been enough to knock his socks off and have him thinking of her as a woman and not a human incubator, then she didn’t possibly know what would catch his attention.
Pushing his hands away and pulling the blanket up to her chin, she sat up, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Where were they going to go from here? He’d gotten her into the sack; now was he going to leave her alone?
She didn’t want that. She wanted to be held.
Impossible as it seemed, just the feel of his hands caressing her flesh had begun stirring her up again. Even with the confusing thoughts fogging her mind, she wanted him — as she feared she always would.
Maybe it was because it had been too long since she’d been held; maybe it was just because he was such a fantastic lover that it was easy for her to forget why she was here in his palace — and in his bed.
“I’m fine, Adriane. Pregnant women all over the world have sex. I highly doubt anything could happen. The children are locked up safely inside my womb,” she said, trying to disguise the sting she felt, trying to focus on the positive fact that at least he was concerned.
After a pause, while he tried to determine if she was telling him the truth, he began shedding the rest of his clothes and dropping them to the floor — the clothes he hadn’t removed in his haste to claim her.
“If you’re sure…” he said, hesitating before lifting the blanket on the bed.
“I know how I feel. I’m fine,” she said, her voice confident. But if he dared ask about the babies again, she wouldn’t be at all OK.
“In that case, I will just make sure to be more gentle from here on out.”
“Oh,” she said. “There’s more?” She couldn’t deny that her blood was already heating at just the thought of him making love to her again. That round had been undeniably satisfying, but it was still over too quickly. He’d promised her till the sun rose.
She didn’t think she’d get that much lovemaking, but she’d gladly take another hour or two.
Climbing beneath the covers, he immediately reached for her, pulling her into his arms and positioning her body on top of his.
The heat of his skin scorched her from br**sts to toes, and it was a burn she reveled in.
“Plenty more, Rachel. It’s been entirely too long since we’ve come together,” he said, letting his hands glide across her skin, running from the smooth indent of her calves all the way to her collar bone before moving lazily back down.
“Adriane,” she moaned, unable to keep still as he caressed her.
“The shape of your body takes my breath away. Every single curve on you is perfect, fits beautifully in my hands, or softens beneath my touch. You were made for me — and me alone,” he said as he leaned into her and trailed kisses along the path he’d forged with his fingers.