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Finally,he allowed her to turn over. Flushed and breathless, with her golden locks spread haphazardly around her head, Cora looked like a goddess. She scooted to the side and rolled slightly to rub her bottom, shooting him a playful glare.
His cock swelled harder, and he was suddenly sweltering in the confines of his clothing. He stood long enough to remove every last bit of his princely attire, from his shoes to his dress shirt, tossing them across the room.
The whole time he undressed, he kept his gaze trained on Cora, taking in every inch of her luscious, naked curves.
Her breasts were perfect, large and tipped with dark pink nipples that reminded him of the raspberries that grew on the palace grounds.
His blood heated at the sight of her bare pussy. Ismallian women didn’t usually wax or seek laser removal treatments on their nether areas, but he’d heard American women often had nothing but smoothness between their thighs. He licked his lips, longing to taste her.
“You are so beautiful, Cora,” he said, straddling her. He leaned down to capture her lips in another quick kiss. “So beautiful, andall mine.”
He ran his hands all over her body, worshipping every curve and all of her softness. Aside from a light smattering of freckles on her shoulders, her skin was a creamy white and much lighter in contrast to his own.
A surge of protectiveness for her swept through him when he imagined her returning to America in a few days. The thought of her traveling thousands of miles away from him, by herself, was maddening. He wanted to keep her right here, in his bed, all to himself and safe from any harm that might visit her. Not to mention, far away from the eyes of other men. A woman as gorgeous and intelligent as Cora wouldn’t remain single for long, and a murderous rage filled him at the idea of another man looking at her, let alone touching her.
Mine mine minerepeated inside his head.
Grabbing a condom from the bedside table drawer, he tore the packet open and sheathed himself in preparation for what was to come. He wedged his cock between her thighs, but he didn’t impale her immediately. Instead, he dragged the tip of his engorged length up and down her soaking wet slit, reveling in her welcoming warmth and keening moans. She parted her legs and lifted her hips, inviting him to enter her, but he wasn’t finished enjoying her in other ways yet.
Before he fucked her, he planned to taste her.
Staring into her eyes, he said, “I’m going to lick your sweet little pussy now, Cora, and you’re going to be a good girl and keep your legs spread while I do it.”
She blushed but didn’t protest, her lips parting as a tiny gasp left her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing his attention to her breasts. He kneaded those full mounds for a moment, gave each dark pink berry a quick squeeze, and lowered his mouth to her center, where the enticing scent of her feminine arousal beckoned.
“Spread wider,” he commanded.
With a nod, she acquiesced, inching her legs further apart. Her face was still flushed an adorable shade of pink.
Her sex was swollen and glistening, and he swiped two fingers up and down her slit, drawing her moisture out and over her plump nether lips. A shudder ran through her entire body and she clutched at the covers. The cutest little whimpers escaped her throat.
Her clit peeked out from her womanly folds, and he splayed her apart to better expose it. Then he lowered his mouth to lap at her exquisite nectar.
Christ Almighty. She tasted divine.
He moved his fingers to her core and pushed inside. At the same time, he traced his tongue lightly around her swollen nubbin, delighting in her tiny quivers and needy moans.
He pumped his digits in and out of her tightness, driving deep and increasing his speed with each thrust. Swirling his tongue directly over her clit, he created a steady circular motion that made her cry out and writhe beneath him.
Withdrawing his tongue for a moment, he said, “Come for me, Cora. Fucking come now.”
He resumed licking her clit and drove harder and faster into her center, until the sounds of wet thrusts filled the room. She tossed her head from side to side and clutched the covers tighter.
“Akeen, I—Oh God, Akeen!” She came apart, moaning loudly as she gyrated against his mouth. The walls of her pussy tightened around his thrusting fingers, her orgasm taking her under until, at last, she remained still and panting in the aftermath of her pleasure.
“Good girl,” he said, slowly removing his digits from her center. He sat back and stared at her, smiling when she met his eyes with a look of immense satisfaction. Watching her come—making her come—had been gratifying for him as well. But hearing her cry his name in the throes of her release, that had made his cock ache all the more.
He’d tasted her. He’d made her come.
Now it was time to fuck her.
He positioned his thick length at her wet opening and met her dreamy stare. She lifted her center, seeking his entry, only to gasp and scramble under the covers when a knock sounded on the door, followed by raised voices and heavy footsteps.
Anger flared in Akeen. Who dared enter his quarters without permission? The door had been locked, and only a select few had access to the keys to the royals’ rooms.
He spun to face two men looming in his bedroom doorway.
