Page 44 of Fallen Prince
It took no effort for him to resist my grasping hands. I felt his slightly cruel smile against my neck, a scrape of his teeth across my vulnerable artery. I whimpered and arched toward him, but he didn’t give me an inch.
“You want to come, angel?” The new endearment was hot on my skin as he pressed another gentle kiss to my throat.
One thick finger slid down the hint of exposed flesh between my blouse where he’d undone the buttons without parting the material. He slowly circled my navel and teased just above my panties.
I stilled, panting. “I don’t…” My cheeks flamed. No man had ever touched me there. My body was on fire. I wanted Max more keenly than I’d known was possible. But I was flustered and more than a little embarrassed at my inexperience.
I wasn’t sure when Max had been scarred, but his touch was masterful enough to let me know that he was familiar with a woman’s body. Heknew exactly how to make me whimper and writhe.
But I didn’t know what to do for him. So far, he’d been whipping me into a frenzy, but I’d scarcely done more than welcome his onslaught and clutch him to me.
I bit my lip, and he drew back slightly, his obsidian eyes curious on my face.
“I mean, I’ve never…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning.
He blinked at me, and his brow furrowed as though he was surprised. “You’re a virgin?”
Oh, god. I wanted to sink into the cushions and hide from this mortifying conversation. I was still hot and achy. I wished I hadn’t opened my damn mouth.
His eyes roved over my features, reading every nuance of my expression. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “I won’t claim you today, but I am going to make you come. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Max didn’t care that I was a virgin. He wouldn’t use my inexperience or insecurities to mock me. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, his sharp eyes glinting with something like awe.
I clasped his nape and surged toward him,crushing my mouth to his. My body ignited on contact, burning and aching for him.
One big hand returned to my breasts, finally parting my top before pulling the cups of my bra aside to bare my heated flesh. His calloused fingertips teased and tormented my sensitive nipples, but he didn’t move his touch lower. He kept my mouth captive beneath his, feasting on my soft cries and panting breaths as he pinched and played with my breasts, driving me to a frenzy.
I needed release. My skin was too tight, and I could barely contain the pressure that built with every stroke of his tongue against mine. I grasped his hand and directed it toward my skirt. I broke our kiss just long enough to whisper across his lips: “Please. I need you, Max.”
His mouth crashed down on mine with a snarl, and he claimed me deeply as his fingers dipped beneath my skirt, tugging it up to my hips and exposing my white underwear. I let out a ragged cry when his fingers brushed over the tight bud between my thighs. I’d never felt so sensitive, like I would explode into a million ecstatic pieces if he allowed me release.
I lifted my hips, silently begging for more. Two fingers rubbed over my lace panties, and the texturedmaterial stimulated the most sensitive spot on my body. Electricity crackled through my veins, and I clutched him to me, my hand tugging at his black curls.
He growled into my mouth and applied more pressure, moving his fingers in a tight, circular motion. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard.
The zing of pain triggered an explosion of pleasure. Liquid heat rolled through my body in a vicious wave, starting at my core and surging all the way to my fingers and toes. It flooded my mind, sapping me with ecstasy. I screamed his name. He caught it on his tongue, devouring my sounds of pleasure. He continued to stimulate me, wringing more bliss from my body than I’d known was possible.
He toyed with me until I became too sensitive to bear any more. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from my sex and gently cupped my nape, holding me in place as his kiss turned soft and tender.
I shuddered beneath him, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure dancing along my sensitive skin. I breathed him in, allowing myself to sink into everything that wasMax.
He’d touched me in ways no man ever had, and I didn’t want to let him go. I never wanted this to end.
CHAPTER 17
Allie
Ireleased a contented sigh and settled into Max’s arms, cuddling against him on my couch as he slowly redressed me. I couldn’t seem to look away from his hands on my body, so gentle with me despite the dried smear of Gavin’s blood that lingered on his knuckles.
Before tonight, I’d only ever seen Max in shadow, where darkness pooled beneath the sharp lines of his face. There was nothing frightening about his appearance now. Those beautiful dark curls tumbled over his brow, hiding the worst of the damage to his stunning face. The warm lighting that flooded my living room illuminated his golden skin and danced over his obsidian eyes. He looked like a fallen angel.
Suddenly, looking directly at him was almost unbearable. Flames licked my veins, and my skin flushed hot enough to make me blush from my ears all the way down to my chest.
“I think your freckles are cute,” he said abruptly, his voice a deep rumble.
My eyes snapped to his, and my brain scrambled to catch up. “What?”
“Before. When I called you Freckles.” I flinched at the nickname, and he frowned. His fingertips dusted over my cheeks, tracing the small marks on my skin. “I said it because I think they’re cute. I didn’t know it was upsetting for you.”
