Prince of Desire Page 4

  “Know the truth,” he whispered just before his mouth descended on hers.

  In his sweet, intoxicating kiss, Isabelle let herself go. She then saw the veracity of his words and their bond, a bond that was forged eons ago, a bond that even death couldn't break.

  Her blood heated and pooled between her legs, sending a fire through her. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to end the growing pressure, but the movement only caused a ripple of delight to lance through her. Her nipples hardened, and her breasts swelled as she wished for his hands to move over her body.

  With one touch he’d turned her into a wanton. She needed his touch, his kiss. Her body was in a near fever pitch as it craved more of him. And it terrified her, alarmed her. To want someone so desperately wasn’t normal, was it?

  Then she forgot to care as he deepened the kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and forgot to care about anything other than the man in her arms. Doubts melted away, worries dissolved.

  The only thing that mattered, the only thing that filled her mind and her heart was Lucian.

  His hand, splayed on her back, moved to her side, his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. Isabelle gasped. The kiss turned fiery, frantic as desire took them, claimed them.

  Her back arched into his hand when he cupped her aching breast. A moan, deep and low, rumbled through his chest. She wanted to run her hands over his skin, to feel the steely sinew. Isabelle pushed his jerkin over one shoulder and jerked at his tunic, pulling it up enough so she could touch him.

  His stomach jumped when she laid her palm flat on his abdomen. Just as expected, his muscles rippled beneath her hand, and suddenly it wasn’t enough to touch. She wanted to see him.

  It took her a moment to realize Lucian had ended the kiss. Desire had taken her, seized her. He was massaging her breast while he rubbed his thumb over her hardened nipple. She squeezed her legs together and cried out from the sheer pleasure of it.

  “I want you,” he whispered thickly. “I want to strip you bare and spend the night loving you.”

  “Yes,” she said, hoping, praying he did exactly as he wanted. He had to cool the fire within her. It was scorching her with its intensity.

  “No’ yet, my Isabelle.”

  “Why?” she cried out, then moaned when he pinched her nipple.

  “You need to know the rest of the story.”

  She didn’t care about the story. All she cared about was the need Lucian had fanned to life. She shook her head in answer, and instantly his hand fell away. Isabelle jerked open her eyes to find him staring at her, desire emanating from him. He did want her. The thought made her breath catch.

  If he wanted to finish the story and prolong their torture, she knew she couldn’t sway him otherwise. She was too inexperienced in the ways of men to know how to turn his mind away from the story and on to her.

  With her breathing still labored, she finally collected her thoughts and asked, “How did you find me?”

  He ran a finger down her cheek, his black gaze intense and heated. “Though the princess cursed us, another Fae took pity and gave each of us a special ability to see our mates. Mine is seeing your aura. Yours is especially bright.”

  She ran her hands through his silky hair, her body shaking from need. Her heart accelerated when she wiggled and felt his thick, hard arousal. “An aura? What is that exactly?”

  “It’s a special light around you, distinct to you alone.”

  “And what does it do?”

  “Besides showing me who you were? Not much.” He bent and placed a kiss on her neck.

  She sighed at the pleasure of his kiss, and then the feel of his tongue as he tasted her skin. “Then it's worthless.”

  “Never,” he murmured and leaned close to her neck. “It brought me to you.”

  Just when she thought he would only tease her, his hot tongue snaked out and licked her again, leaving a trail of hot, wet desire across her skin.

  Her sex throbbed, and her mind forgot everything but the man before her. She inhaled his exotic scent. No man had ever touched her before, but now she wanted, nay yearned, for Lucian.

  She licked her lips and tried to concentrate on their conversation. “So all you had to do was go around looking for a certain aura?”

  “Hmm,” he murmured as he nuzzled her skin behind her ear. “Is that no’ enough?”

  “More than enough.”

  He pulled back to look at her. “Then will you return with me?”

  Isabelle saw the worry reflected in the dark depths of his eyes. She cast a glance around her small cottage. It held many memories, but she didn’t want to grow old with just memories. She wanted passion and laughter, children and a husband. “As you said, there is nothing holding me here.”

  For a moment she worried if she was doing the right thing, then the desire coursing through her made her remember that no other man had made her feel this…special or wanted before.

  He smiled and pulled her against his chest. “I vow you willna regret your decision.”

  This time his kiss was possessive, demanding, and erotic. It set her blood afire and singed her with its intensity. Her body cried out for more. One moment she was sitting in his lap, the next they were on her small bed, his delicious weight on top of her.

  His mouth scorched a trail from her lips down her throat to her neck. Delicious sensations rippled through her body with his every touch, every kiss. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch her.

  And where to touch her.

  Somehow her gown was removed, leaving her only in her chemise, stockings, and shoes, but she didn’t care. Lucian’s touch was all she needed, all she craved. With just a flick of her feet, Isabelle kicked off her old tattered shoes and leaned her head back so his mouth could continue to do wicked, delightful things to her.

  Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to Lucian, waiting for whatever he wanted next, for what new heights he would bring her to. Never in her right mind would she have allowed a strange man into her home at night, not to mention into her bed. Yet, it seemed right to be with Lucian, almost as if it had been destined.

  He rose up and kneeled beside her as his eyes roamed her body. Her nipples puckered and hardened beneath his gaze. Her breasts grew heavy and full as if she waited anxiously for his touch.

  As if he knew exactly what she wanted, his hands cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Flames of desire lapped at her, pulling her already burning body beneath the blaze. His fingers squeezed her nipples until the pleasure blurred with pain and she felt moisture between her legs.

  And then his hands were gone. She opened her eyes to see him grip her chemise at the neck with both hands, then with one yank, ripped it in two.

  Now the only thing shielding her was her thick wool stockings.

  Lucian drew in a deep breath and gazed upon the perfection that was his mate. She was glorious. Her breasts were large, but not too full that they overfilled his hands. Her waist narrow, hips wide, and legs long and lean, just perfect to wrap around his waist as he thrust inside her.

  His body shook with the need to bury himself in her, and her response to his touch had nearly made him lose his control several times.

  He reached for her leg and lifted it toward him and placed her heel on his shoulder. Then he rolled her woolen stocking from her leg. He threw the stocking over his shoulder and gently placed her leg on the bed before he repeated the process with her other leg. He grinned as he saw his dagger strapped to her leg. He kissed the inside of her thigh and removed the sheath that held the weapon and tossed it on the floor.

  Once she was completely exposed, he spread her legs and looked at her swollen and throbbing sex. He ran a finger lightly between the skin that joined her thigh and the black curls that hid her.

  She sighed and opened herself further. Lucian grinned and repeated the gesture on the other side. Again and again his hands touched near her sex, but never on what ached the most. It didn’t t
ake long in her already heightened state until she was thrashing her head side to side and moaning his name and begging for release.

  Lucian had her just where he wanted.

  He shifted his cock, which had grown painfully hard as he teased Isabelle. Then his finger lightly grazed her swollen clit. She cried out and gripped the blanket in her fists as her back arched. Lucian repeated the move, except this time he swirled his finger around the nub before dipping a finger into her wet sheath.

  It was pure torture, his control fast slipping away with each moan and cry from her lovely mouth. She was all fire and passion, and he couldn’t wait to spend hours making love to her.

  He took a pert nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over the hardened peak. She groaned and ground her hips against his hand. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight sheath, her slick heat nearly his undoing.

  Isabelle knew she was going to split open at any moment. The sensations running rampant through her had her body spiraling into a frenzy of desire and passion. Each lick, touch, taste of Lucian had her panting for more. She never knew she could feel such emotion, and she never wanted it to stop.

  She loved the feel of his fingers inside her, but wanted more of him, all of him. Her breath locked in her throat when his hands found her breasts again. His expert fingers teased and pinched her aching nipples until she was mindless with yearning.

  Then his hot tongue replaced his fingers. He began suckling and lapping at her nipples, bringing her to a point where she needed him - deep inside of her. When she opened her eyes and found him feasting on her breasts, her stomach clenched, and she throbbed deep inside her sex.

  Witnessing him at her breast was so…erotic she found she wanted to explore him as he had done her. With great effort, she moved her arms and pulled his head up. His black eyes were glazed with desire as they stared at her.

  “My turn,” she said as she pushed him up.

  His fingers pinched her nipple once more, and she felt a moment's remorse. Then, with a wicked smile, he sat up and removed his leather jerkin. The neck of his tunic plunged deep giving her an ample view of his wide, sculpted chest.

  She moved to him on her knees and reached for his tunic. Slowly, she pulled the garment from his trews and lifted it over his head before she tossed it carelessly to the ground.

  Her breath caught in her throat at the specimen before her. He wasn't just defined, his muscles rippled and glowed bronze in the firelight. She touched his warm flesh, and sighed at the wonder of such a man.

  A sizzle of awareness passed through her. She raised her gaze to Lucian and found him watching her.

  “It’s as if my body already knows you,” she whispered.

  “Because it does.”

  She swallowed, not sure she could really comprehend just what was happening to her. Before he could say more, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his collarbone. His quick intake of breath made her smile. She had no idea what she was doing, but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted.

  As she placed kisses along his neck and shoulders, her hands roamed at will from his thick chest to narrow waist to his bulging arms.

  And never once did he stop her.

  Not even when she reached for the laces of his trews. She had never felt so in control before, and she loved it. When he rose to remove his boots and pants, she reclined on the bed watching each delicious inch of him revealed to her.

  When he stood as naked as she, she sucked in her breath at the length and width of him straining forward. His rod was large, and it gave her pause to know that it would push through her maidenhead.

  “You've never had a lover,” he said.

  She heard the excitement in his voice as she shook her head.

  He leaned down until his hands were on either side of her, and his face mere inches from hers. “Good,” he said just before he claimed a kiss that curled her toes and promised delights she had only dreamed about.

  The kiss drained her of everything at the same time life surged within her, growing and consuming her until all she thought about, cared about was Lucian and the fire he had started within her.

  Her arms wound around his neck as she gave in to his kiss, releasing every doubt she had. His cock pressed into her stomach, its thick, hard length reminding her just what her body craved.

  Yet, Lucian didn't allow her that pleasure. Instead, he brought her body back to the frenzied peak with his fingers and mouth. She was mindless with the passion, careening out of control.

  Then she felt his mouth between her legs. The cry of pleasure died in her throat as waves upon waves of bliss rolled through her. All she could do was hang on as Lucian continued his wonderful assault, her pleasure growing with each breath and lick.

  And just when she was about to reach the pinnacle…he stopped.

  “Nay,” she cried and reached for him.

  “Easy, love,” he whispered near her ear.

  And then she felt the tip of him at her entrance. She opened her legs wider, eager to feel his fullness, filling her, stretching her…completing her.

  Inch by agonizing inch he pushed into her. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist urging him on, but he ignored her. She shifted her hips and felt him sink deeper before he suddenly stopped and rotated his hips.

  Isabelle sighed and ran her hands down his arms. “I need you. I need to feel all of you inside of me.”

  He responded by moving his hips again, rocking gently inside her. She knew he wasn't fully sheathed, but the sensations his movements caused were too good to stop. Isabelle found herself rising to the summit again. This time she wasn't going to let Lucian stop. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything in her life.

  He pulled out of her and rubbed the head of his cock on her swollen sex, inciting her already trembling body. In and out he continued his torture until her body easily accepted him, anxiously awaited him.

  Her body shook with anticipation. Relief from the pressing desire was just out of reach. Lucian knew how to keep her on the edge. She was breathless as she reached for him. In that instant, he drove into her, piercing her hymen.

  The pain was quick and fleeting. Her state of arousal quickly pushed aside everything other than the feel of him deep inside her, of his thickness and the way he filled her – completely.

  “My God,” Lucian whispered in awe.

  Isabelle could only stare up at him in amazement. But as wonderful as he felt, her aroused body needed relief. Her hips rocked against his, and he quickly found a tempo. His thrust grew quick as he plunged deeper, harder inside her.

  All she could do was hold him as she was swept away on a tide of pleasure so profound, so immense it was incomprehensible. Their gazes met as her body exploded. Waves upon waves of pure delight pulsed through her, in her…around her.

  Lucian watched in amazement as Isabelle's body clenched around his cock, urging him to meet his own release. Her eyes were dazed with pleasure, her body dewed by a fine sheen of sweat. Her kiss-swollen lips parted and her legs tightened. The last shred of his control snapped. With her nails digging into his back, he pumped his hips faster, sinking into her moist heat. The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock through her, and she clamped down with her inner muscles.

  Lucian wasn't ready to end the exquisite pleasure yet though. Even when Isabelle's body stopped clenching around him, she lifted her hips and met him thrust for thrust as he plunged into her.

  Sweat glistened his body as his pleasure built. When he knew he was about to give in to the desire, he stopped and leaned down to suckle at her ripe breasts. Her sighs turned into moans, her nails scouring his back. He had to grab hold and stop her from moving least he spill his seed before he was ready. And he wasn't near done with her yet.

  Lucian pulled out of her long enough to move Isabelle until she was lying sideways on the bed. He stood on the side and lifted her legs until they wrapped around his waist and then he slowly entered her again. When he was fully s
eated, he pulled her against him until only her back rested on the bed as he began to thrust.

  He knew with this being her first time she most likely wouldn't find pleasure twice, but he was going to make sure she enjoyed their coupling. He braced a hand on her stomach and let his thumb find her clit. He ceased moving his hips and slowly circled her swollen nub with his thumb. Deep inside her, he felt her clench around him.

  She cried out and moved her hips, begging him for more. She screamed his name, her head thrashing side to side on the bed as her hands grabbed the blanket. Her softness met his hardness, tempting him beyond measure.

  He couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t stop touching her. She was exquisite in her passion, fiery and giving. She held nothing back, and he found he couldn’t either. With Isabelle, he was an open book waiting to show her, tell her everything about himself – down to his most secret wishes and desires.

  “Please!” she screamed, her body trembling as he rubbed her clit faster and faster.

  Lucian wasn't going to deny her. While he teased her clit, he once more began to plunge inside her going deeper, harder than before.

  Just when he thought he would reach his own pleasure without her, he heard Isabelle cry out his name on a half-scream, half-moan. His satisfied inner smile lasted all of a half a heartbeat before he could no longer hold back his own orgasm. He took her hips in both his hands and lifted her slightly as he pounded inside her.

  When his orgasm claimed him, he buried himself deep. Only then did he pour his seed into her, claiming her body, heart, and soul.

  Chapter Four

  Isabelle woke to the most amazing feeling of contentment. She opened her eyes and found herself gazing upon Lucian's handsome face as he slept. The morning sun's rays spilled through the cracks in the shutters, falling across his face and incredible body.

  She thought back over the night to see if she had regrets and was pleased to discover there were none. As she rolled to her back she felt the soreness between her legs and smiled. She had opened herself, allowed herself to do things she had never thought she would do.