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“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.
“I know.” He nodded. “But the thing is, I can’t help it. I crave you. In every way possible.” Feeling pinned by his blue-eyed stare, I gaped up at him as he leaned in to repeat with emphasis, “In every...way.”
God, he smelled good. And he was so handsome, from the dark stubble along his jaw and thick black lashes framing his eyes to the scar at the corner of his mouth. His bottom lip was thicker and plusher than the top, making me imagine what it’d feel like to bite. Even his long, regal nose held me enthralled.
A shudder of desire rippled through my system. I shook my head against the temptation even as I swayed toward him. He lowered his face, creating an intimate bubble between us. His mouth neared mine, and I closed my eyes, already anticipating the feel of him against me, when it struck me what I was doing.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, pulling back and whirling away to return to my room.
But the door wasn’t there. I looked around to find myself in an endless hallway with nothing but walls and torchlight flickering warmly around us.
What was happening? Where had all the doors gone?
The prince set one hand against the wall directly next to my face, trapping me without laying a single finger on me. When he eased closer, the air stalled in my chest. His breath tickled my jaw as he murmured into my ear, “You want me to fuck you against this wall, don’t you?”
I slowly turned my gaze up. Though his expression remained passive, waiting for my answer, his eyes glittered with promise.
“Just say the word,” he said. “And I’ll be inside you.”
My heart started to pound, and air suddenly rushed through my lungs. “Yes,” I said.
He smiled. A knowing, victorious smirk. Then warm fingers caught the outside of my thigh, just at the hem of my nightdress. I jumped from the contact, but then I backed myself against the wall, watching his eyes darken as he stepped in, trapping me fully. His hands moved up under my clothes until they grasped the curves of my bare bottom. Then he was lifting me, levering my weight higher against the stones at my back so he could move between my spread legs.
Warm pressure at my entrance had me biting my lip, and then he was entering me, squeezing his way inside my body with a slow determination that had me moaning and wanting more. Harder. Faster. But he refused to be rushed. My inner muscles contracted around him, gripping, pleading. His gaze firmly held mine as his cock pulsed within me, filling me as I’d never been filled before. Then he started to pull out, only to surge back in, slamming forward with a grunt that made me gasp and grip his arms as he embedded himself fully.
His skin was warm and muscled under my fingers, causing me to skim my hands up his arms with the need to feel more.
All the while, my own flesh felt over-sensitized, my nerve endings screaming for release. A hot current traveled up the insides of my thighs while my breasts throbbed and the heated weight inside me rubbed against all the right places.
I wanted to feel more of him, his skin directly against mine, his lips tugging at mine. There were too many clothes, too much space separating us.
As if sensing my need, he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt so good that my toes curled and back arched. The coils of pleasure building inside me tightened. I was so focused on the decadence of his mouth that it took me another moment to realize I was naked.
Wait. Where had my nightgown gone?
I looked down, startled to find only flesh between of us, his a golden bronze, mine a paler peach. We pressed together intimately, only to separate and then rejoin. The pressure of him moving inside me built toward a peak.
“Hey,” he murmured with a lazy kind of satisfaction as he lifted my face with a single finger under my chin to seek my attention, his body still working fixedly in and out of mine.
I looked into his eyes, amazed by how blue they were. Then his mouth captured mine, and a new swell of pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and held on tight because I was going to come, any moment. He was too; the fervency of his thrusts grew aggressive as he fisted handfuls of my hair and spiked his tongue deeper between my teeth. I dug my heels into the mattress under me and lifted up to greet each plunge, vaguely wondering how we’d made it to a bed, when the wail of a baby broke through the chaos of lovemaking.
“Dammit.” He lifted his head, his face filled with frustration as he looked across my room toward the crib. “The baby’s crying.”
“What?” I blinked, shaking my head, not understanding and still trying to figure out when we’d entered my room.
His gaze returned to mine. Cupping my face gently in his hand, he pressed one last soft, quick kiss to my mouth before he murmured, “Wake up, darling. Your baby needs you.”
“Wake up?”
Oh hell.
With a gasp, I bolted upright, remembering Anniston as I swerved my attention toward the crib. She was reall
y only just beginning to fuss, not yet fully awake. Pressing a hand to my brow, I searched for the prince, but he was gone. Only a damp, unfulfilled throbbing between my legs remained.
A dream.
My God, it had all only been a dream.
