Ways To Ruin A Royal Reputation (Mills & Boon Modern) (Signed, Sealed…Seduced, Book 1) by Dani Collins (best ebook reader ubuntu .txt) 📗

“I can take them off.”

“I don’t want you to,” he said, voice distant, fingertips sliding across the sensitive skin on the top of her feet and encircling her ankles. “I want to do this.”

He set the shoes on his shoulders as he lowered to his knees beside the bed.

She strangled her groan of helplessness with the back of her wrist, lost before he’d even touched her.

He delicately moved side the damp silk of her panties. His touch traced between her folds, making her groan again and twist in tortured anticipation. In the self-conscious knowledge he was looking and touching and—

She gasped as his mouth grazed the inside of her thigh, then the other one. He slowly, slowly kissed toward her center.

She shifted her feet so she could urge him with a heel in his back—forgetting the sharp shoe until he laughed starkly and said, “That’s what I wanted.”

His hot chuckle was her only warning before his mouth was on her and she nearly came off the bed. No restraint in him now. He claimed her unabashedly, tasting, teasing, learning, then mercilessly pleasuring her until she had her thighs locked to his ears.

“Luca. Luca.” She lost all inhibition, fist knotted in his hair and hips lifting to meet the swirling pressure of his tongue.

This time her orgasm shattered her. It was one crescendo after another because he made it so, continuing to pleasure her as each wrenching burst of joy contracted through her. He didn’t stop until her weak, quivering thighs fell open.

Then he rose to survey the destruction he’d caused. She was in pieces before him, stomach quivering, limbs weak. She was no longer autonomous. She belonged to him.

Which made the way he paused as he hooked his hand in her knickers somewhat laughable, but she lifted her hips in silent consent. Satisfaction came into his stark features then, along with an undisguised possessiveness. His gaze swept down her nudity as he drew the wisp of green off her ankles.

His gaze came back to hers, glints of untamed desire in his fiery blue eyes.

That primeval heat called to her. Drew her to sit up on the edge of the bed and reach a hand to the back of his neck to drag him into kissing her.

His hands went down her bare back and cupped her bottom as he thrust his tongue between her lips, flagrantly making love to her mouth. She sucked on his tongue and blindly fumbled his fly open, then slid her hand inside the elastic of his boxer briefs to clasp the thickness of his shaft and trace her touch to caress his wet tip.

He tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her so deeply, she could hardly breathe, especially when his hand arrived at her breast, reawakening all her erogenous zones as he delicately pinched her nipple.

She squeezed him in reaction, and that seemed to be his snapping point.

He lurched back and shoved his pants down, taking his underwear at the same time. His shoes were toed off and he was naked in seconds, reaching to the nightstand drawer.

She should have removed her own shoes, but she was too caught up in watching his deft movements. He smoothed a condom into place and moved to stand before her.

Her bones softened and she melted onto her back.

Intense pleasure was stamped into his expression and his hands went over her, claiming hip and waist and breast and belly and the tender heat between her thighs as he spread her legs to make room for himself. His elbow hooked under one of her knees and he pushed her farther onto the bed so he could get his knee onto the mattress between her own.

His gaze snagged on her shoe where her leg was draped over his arm. “Perhaps I do have a fetish after all.”

He lined himself up against her entrance and watched her face as he began to press into her.

She bit her lip.

He paused.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “It just so good.”

Her eyes were wet with some emotion between joy and intense need, her sheath slick and welcoming his intrusion with shivering arousal. She couldn’t touch enough of him—shoulders, chest, straining neck, the fine strands of his hair on his head.

He made a noise that was a mangled agreement and let his weight ease him deeper, sliding all the way in and coming down onto his elbow so he hovered over her. Her one leg was hooked high on his arm. His free hand tangled in her hair and his mouth covered hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, signaling how eager she was for the feel of him moving over her. Within her.

He began to thrust.

It was mind-bendingly good. She brought her free leg up to wrap around his waist and felt his knees bracket her backside. He rocked them and pushed his arm under her lower back, lifting her hips so he could thrust more freely. With more power.

The new angle caused his next thrust to send a hot spear of intense pleasure through her, one that had her tearing her mouth from his to cry out with tormented joy.

His mouth went to her ear and he sucked on her lobe while their heat and energy built. Their lovemaking turned raw and primal, then. The room filled with their anguished grunts of growing tension and clawing need.

“I need you deeper. Harder,” she begged, pulling at his hair.

He caught her other leg and released his full strength, holding back nothing as he drove her higher and higher up the scales of what she could bear.

“Don’t stop,” she demanded. Pleaded. “Luca! Luca!”

“Let go. You’re killing me,” he growled, holding both of them trapped on a precipice with his rhythmic, powerful thrusts. “I won’t come until you do and I need to.”

His jagged voice pulled at her while his hard body shifted over her, his mouth taking hers. He surrounded