“Sit on me.”
“I already am.” I’m not, this is more leaning over him with my hands braced on his shoulders, but with my legs on either side of his hips, isn’t it the same thing?
“Higher.”
He tucks his hands behind my knees and urges me to rise. I shuffled forward. He keeps bringing me forward. I grip the headboard for balance. He inches down until his face is between my thighs and says again, “Sit.”
Flames scorch my skin. He can’t be serious.
“How will you breathe?”
“Let me worry about that. You just sit and enjoy.”
He licks and sucks, using everything he’s got to drive me wild. At first I perch gingerly, but he curls warm hands around my thighs and soon I can’t resist sinking down. He feels so good. The empty feeling returns tenfold. He thrusts one finger inside me and worries my sensitive nub. My spine stiffens at the intrusion, but within seconds I’m melting.
Then I’m flying, pulsing around his pumping finger.
It doesn’t hurt one bit. I’m starting to think I can do this.
Triumph gleams in Alistair’s eyes as he shifts my hips backward. I slide bonelessly along his body until my still-tender sex bumps into his cock. Startled, I yelp and freeze. The prince drapes one heavy forearm over my waist.
I relax.
“Your face is a mess.” I’m embarrassed by the shiny coating all over his handsome face.
“Kiss it off.”
My instinct is to recoil,but if he was willing to put his face there on me, it can’t be bad. I touch my lips to his. Tasting myself on him is strangely erotic. I never would have thought to try this.
“You should get something out of this.” His erection digs into my low belly.
“Believe me, I am.” He squeezes my ass and kisses me again. I snake my arm between our bodies and position him at my entrance. This feels so different from anything I’ve experienced before that I don’t have time for fear.
“You don’t have to, Elsie.”
Hearing my fake name makes me smile.
“I want to try.”
“Stop if it makes you—” He breaks off with a groan. I’m not doing anything more than sliding his blunt tip along the wet seam of my body, but he clearly likes it. His lashes fall to half-mast. “Tease.”
“You like it.”
“I love it,” he growls. I touch his nose. He tries to bite my finger. We end up kissing again.
He slides into me almost by accident. I hesitate, then decide that I will not let anyone steal this from me. If there is a path to reclaiming this part of myself, then I will keep trying for as long as Alistair lets me.
I aim downward and take him a little further. His quiet grunt tells me how hard he’s working to hold back. Being patient with me can’t be easy for a man who’s used to getting anything he wants, whenever he wants it. He’s enduring this torment for my sake.
A surge of tenderness swamps me. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you,” he answers, holding my gaze. There are only the two of us in the entire world. He is my home.
I bear down. My body tries to rebel, tightening against the intrusion. Pain edges into the experience. I let it come, anchored by his eyes on mine and all the emotions I read there. I exhale and push down again.
All of a sudden, he’s embedded so deep inside me I feel like my organs have been rearranged.
“Are you okay?” he croaks, not moving.
