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“No. Really. It’s enough to make me wish…” What, that she wasn’t Princess Eloise? That their lives wouldn’t separate for good as soon as she got on that jet? That the one goal he’d had for most of his adult life would fall to the wayside so he could be with her? That he could kidnap her again, only this time to be queen of nothing more than his private island in the Caribbean?
The creases in her forehead smoothed, and her lips curled into a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, me too.”
He stared at her, searching for words…for an explanation…for understanding, but he wasn’t equipped for this, for falling in love with Elle. So he said with actions what he couldn’t get out in words.
The kiss was gentle, a brush of his lips against hers, and he poured everything he had into the soft exploration of her mouth. She opened beneath him, and he slipped his tongue inside, every part of him focused on taking her higher. He caressed her silky smooth skin, gliding his palms over her, memorizing her every curve. The gentle slope of her tits topped by blush-colored nipples that grew harder under his touch as he rolled them between his fingers, tugging just hard enough to make her sigh into the kiss.
It was a sound, so needy and wanting, that broke him all over again, and like before Dom let go of the control that gave him some emotional distance from Elle. He tore his mouth from hers, tracing kisses across her jaw and down the column of her throat.
“Dom, I need you.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” He sucked one of her puckered nipples into his mouth, relishing her desire and desperate moan, and skimmed his palm over her stomach.
She lifted her hips in response. “You inside me.”
“I can give you this.” He slid one finger and then a second between her slick folds.
Her eyes squeezed shut; she undulated against him. “That feels so good.”
Keeping his strokes shallow, he teased her, drawing out the pleasure. “You’re so tight for me.”
“For you. Always for you.”
“That’s right.” He added his thumb to the mix, swirling it around her clit as he curled his fingers inside her to rub against the bundle of nerves inside her entrance. “For me.”
She reached up, holding onto his shoulders as if she was afraid he’d go before she got where she needed to go. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
Her eyes snapped open at the promise he couldn’t keep. At that moment he saw it all in her eyes’ depths. The hope. The fear. The yearning. She knew, just like he did, that this moment was fleeting. Like the fog across the grasslands in Elskov, it would dissipate, leaving only memories and the endless wondering about what could have been. And if he didn’t love her already, that epiphany would have sealed it for him. Even though he couldn’t keep her, she was his, just as he was hers.
“I know,” he whispered, not trusting himself to say it louder. “I know.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he stroked her, increasing his speed in time with her moans and the rise of her hips as she ground against his palm, faster and harder, until her body went rigid underneath him and she climaxed.
“Dom,” she sighed, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him with enough passion to knock him kneeless.
Pulling away, intent on finding his pants and the condom in his wallet, he turned to the end of the bed.
“Don’t do it,” she said.
For a heartbeat he thought she meant she wanted him to take her away from Elskov and everything waiting for her there. He whipped his head around to face her and saw nothing but lust and steely determination.
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I want to feel you.”
God, could he take it? “Are you sure?”
“Without a doubt. Right now you’re mine, and I’m yours.” She crooked a finger at him. “Come back here.”
Shoving aside everything else but the here and now, he did. Sliding his body over hers, he lined himself up with her entrance and then plunged inside with one long thrust. This was what he wanted. No barriers. No lies of omission. Just them, with nothing in between. The pleasure was overwhelming.
“You feel so fucking good,” he managed to get out, trying to give her time to adjust to him.
“I think that’s my line.” She raised her hips, taking h
im deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
It was too much and not nearly enough. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Thrusting inside her and withdrawing with increasing fury, he lost himself in her. Again and again, he plunged forward and retreated to the sound of her mewls of pleasure that only made his balls tighten as he neared the point of no return.
