The Princess in His Bed

by Lila DiPasqua

  Slowly she raised her hands and grasped the fastenings. His heart soared. Averting her gaze, she loosened the ties, pulled the cloak off her shoulders.

  She wore a light blue gown trimmed with yellow ribbons, and it accentuated her delectable feminine attributes—her body clearly defined before him for the first time. His mouth went dry. Even though he knew she had a luscious form, he was unprepared for the vision she’d be without the cloak.

  “Jésus-Christ, you’re ravishing,” he breathed. By her expression, it was obvious his comment had unbalanced her. He’d noted the same reaction each time he complimented her. Damn it. He was going to keep giving them until she believed him.

  “Come here, Emilie.” He suddenly felt angry. All this loveliness senselessly shrouded. For years.

  She stepped closer, her slight frown telling him she didn’t care for the sharpness of his tone.

  He captured her chin. “From now on, whenever we’re alone, you’ll not wear that cloak. Or any cloak. Do you understand?” She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued. “You’ll not wear any caleçons for the rest of the week either.”

  “Not wear my cloak or my drawers?” Disbelief was in her voice.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her back against the wall. “That’s correct. In fact, ma belle, it’s an order. Your sweet little sex is all mine for the next few days. You’re going to give me easy access to it, and I’ll have you frequently and anytime I want.” He smiled. “I catch you wearing either, I may just have to punish you in whatever wicked method I choose.”

  Curiosity flared in her green eyes. He loved it that his words didn’t put her off. Instead they spiked her interest. Seeing this sent a shot of hot excitement through his body, causing his cock to seep more spunk. He had to have her. Soon. He couldn’t take much more.

  She tilted her head to one side, those magnificent eyes studying him. “I’m seeing a rather overbearing side of you tonight. For your information, I don’t respond to orders.” The mischief in her expression belied her stern tone. “I am, however, open to bargaining.”

  “Bargaining?”

  “Yes, I’ll cede if . . .”

  “If?”

  “You kiss me again.” She was doing a poor job of hiding her smile.

  He felt a smile tugging at his own mouth. Her response was novel, yet typical for Emilie, who did everything outside the norm. So unlike the women he cavorted with, who leapt at his commands in the boudoir, eager to remain in his favor. Emilie bargained. What she didn’t know was just how much power she could wield. Truth be told, she had considerable leverage to bargain with. He’d agree to just about anything to have her.

  “A kiss,” he said. “That’s all it’s going to take, is it?”

  “For now,” was her saucy response.

  Dieu, how he wanted to fuck her.

  “Very well. Agreed,” he said. “Open the front of your gown.”

  Her smile died. “Pardon . . . ?”

  “You didn’t say where you wanted to be kissed when we struck our bargain. And I’m going start with your lovely breasts.”

  She simply blinked and blushed, but didn’t move.

  Patience. This is monumental for her. But his cock was full, and heavy. He’d be able to proceed slower if he wasn’t in such exquisite agony.

  Joseph reached out and grasped the yellow ribbon resting so temptingly between her tits. Moving matters along, he pulled it loose. Her eyes widened. Her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

  “It’s all right. Let me. You came here for this . . .” Her hand still on his wrist, he opened the fastenings on her gown, his experienced fingers making quick work of it. She looked unsure, wanting to continue as much as she wanted to stop him. But thankfully, she didn’t pull his hand away. “Let me give you the pleasure you seek.”

  She may be a virgin but she was no innocent. She was too well read on the subject of sex not to know exactly what his intentions were once the gown was opened. It kept her riveted. It stopped her from stopping him. Her breaths were quickening once more.

  When at last he reached her chemise, she tensed. Joseph paused. Rumors he’d heard about her disfigured body raced through his mind. He shoved them aside, unconcerned, and gave the final article a quick downward yank.

  No scarring or burns. Simply two perfect breasts and the prettiest pink nipples he’d ever seen.

  Her gaze was fixed on his face, observing his reaction closely.

  He took his time to take in the sight before him. With her pale blond curls sensuously mussed, the front of her gown open, and the neckline of her chemise tucked under her breasts, she was pure sexual allure.

  The goddess of temptation—who could lure men to their misfortune.

  He swore softly. “You look like every man’s fantasy.”

  Her blush darkened, but her eyes softened and her delicate shoulders relaxed.

  He caressed the outer curve of one soft mound. “I think it’s time we started experiencing some fantasies together. Wouldn’t you say?”

  She shivered. Not from fear, or cold, but from anticipation and excitement. All this pent-up passion was his for the unleashing. How fortunate was he?

  Her nipples protruded, so tempting and tantalizing, begging for his attention. He knew she thought he was going to go straight to kissing those luscious buds. Instead Joseph pinched one excited little tip. She cried out and grabbed his biceps, startled by the keen sensation. He held the sensitive teat firmly, letting the pressure build into scintillating throbs.

  Her head fell back against the wall. For his efforts, she gave him a long hearty moan he felt down to the tip of his cock.

  Leaning in, he brought his mouth to her ear. “In our carnal encounters, we’ll only do what we both like.” Gently, he pulled and rolled the tender bud with expert finesse, purposely giving her a steady stream of erotic sensations. He loved the sounds of her short sharp pants. “I know I’m enjoying this. Tell me, ma belle, how does this feel? You like this, don’t you, Emilie.” It was more of a statement than a question, given her ardent reactions.

  He straightened and looked at her, his fingers never relenting on the captive bud. She leaned heavily against the wall, her breathing labored, her eyes closed. All she could do was nod. Her skin was flushed and a pretty blond curl had fallen onto her cheek. His heart raced as he watched her in her wanton state. He had to come so badly his sac hurt. But he couldn’t stop what he was doing. Seeing the untamed desire on her face was rapture in itself.

  He’d imagined her like this more times than he could count.

  Releasing her nipple, he captured the other between his finger and thumb and pinched, giving it the same carnal treatment. She lurched and moaned louder, her fingers digging into his arms.

  “Are you ready for your kiss, Emilie?”

  “Oh God . . . Yes . . . Please . . .” Each word breathless.

  A sweet plea no man could resist.

  Still holding her nipple captive, Joseph cupped her other breast with his free hand and sucked the tip into his mouth. She gasped and arched, her fingers tangling in his hair.

  The taste of the pebbled bud in his mouth spiked his hunger. He was ravenous for more. He wanted her complete surrender. No hesitations. No inhibitions. No will to deny him anything. Pure unbridled abandon. He licked and sucked at her breast, treating her other nipple to tender twists and tugs. The double stimulation had her writhing against the wall, tightening her fingers in his hair, the sensuous sounds she made inciting him further.

  Famished, he turned and latched on to the other breast, his hands now holding her soft mounds up high, his greedy mouth laving and lightly biting the savory teat, feeding off her frenzy. He felt light-headed with lust. His body screamed for release.

  Merde. He was actually shaking.

  He tore his mouth away, swept her up in his arms, and stalked toward the bed. He deposited her on the mattress none too gently; she landed with a bounce and a squeak. His blood pounded in his veins
. She had him so undone, all he could think about was driving his cock into her cunt.

  She rose to her elbows, her tempting nipples erect and wet from his mouth. Joseph tore his justacorps off and threw the knee-length coat to the floor. His vest followed. Reaching for the fastenings on his breeches, he opened them, yanked his shirt free, and discarded it.

  Slowly, her gaze moved down his bare chest to his engorged shaft straining out of the breeches. Her tactile perusal made him harder and bigger. He’d never been this painfully large, his cock feeling heavy as lead. Gripping the base tightly, he stroked his prick, trying to ease the discomfort.

  Engrossed in his actions, she watched intently.

  “You see what you do to my cock, Emilie? Does it excite you to see me aroused for you?”

  She had a pretty blush to her cheeks. It made her blond hair look even paler and her green eyes more vibrant. “It amazes me . . . and thrills me and . . . Yes, it . . . arouses me.”

  God, she was as adorable as she was seductive. He doubted she knew just how soft and sultry her voice sounded.

  “You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I want it. I want it all . . . Every physical pleasure you can bestow. I want all of it.”

  Oh, he was going to give her all of it. She was going to take every inch of his aching shaft. He was going to ride her to what he knew was going to be an explosive release. For both of them. The carnal fire practically crackled in the air between them.

  “Pull up your gown and remove your drawers for me. Show me your pretty cunt.”

  “You want me to—” She faltered. The concept of revealing herself for him was clearly still an obstacle.

  “Pull up your skirts and bunch them up against your belly. Do it.” He hadn’t meant for his tone to be so sharp, but he was hanging on to his control by a thread. And it was quickly unraveling. He squeezed the swollen head of his cock to combat the throbbing.

  She looked down at her gown and bit her lush bottom lip.

  Joseph reached out and grasped her shoes. Pulling them off, he dropped them to the floor and said, “You want it all. That’s what I wish to give you. To make the experience all it can be. I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve, ma belle.” He’d told a lot of lies in the boudoir over the years, but he meant every word. “I know you were planning on being taken by a masked lover, doing no more than hiking up your skirts and having him fill you, sight unseen. You’re not limited to encounters like that. You can have a much more intimate sexual experience. Allow yourself to experience it with me.”

  There would be no barriers when she was with him. He was going to level every one of them, and the misconceptions she had about her form and appeal. Even if it killed him. And given his state, it just might.

  Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She made no other movement. And it didn’t look as though she would.

  She needs more coaxing. He’d try a different approach.

  Joseph sank one knee into the mattress and then the other. “Very well. If you’re not comfortable, we’ll do it your way. I’ll pull up your gown. I won’t look. I’ll take you through the slit in your drawers.” He grabbed the hem of her skirts, praying she’d object to the suggestion. The thought of taking her that way sank his heart.

  “No, wait.” Her hand shot out.

  Joseph released the hem immediately. She sat up, took a deep breath, then to his delight, grasped handfuls of fabric and began sliding the gown up her legs, pulling the voluminous layers up to her belly. Bunching the fabrics against her, she reached down for the ties on her caleçons.

  Riveted, his gaze followed the actions of her nimble fingers as she loosened the ties, slipped the linen drawers off her bottom, and slid them down her legs. He grabbed hold of them when they reached her knees and pulled them off the rest of the way. She still had her stockings on, but he didn’t care. He was transfixed by the lovely—unmarred—skin above her knees and the small patch of dark blond curls he could see between her legs, just below the fabrics of her skirts.

  Wrapping his fingers around her ankles, he bent her knees, setting her feet down on the bed well apart. “Don’t close your knees,” he said when he saw them drifting together. “Lie back.”

  Clearly growing bolder, she only hesitated for a moment or two before acquiescing, though she watched his every move.

  Her sex was open to him for his viewing pleasure. She was wet for him, her opening dripping with her essence, making her feminine flesh glisten and the light-colored curls between her legs damp with her juices.

  Lightly, he grazed his fingers over the warm slick folds of her sex. With a cry, she all but lifted off the bed. She was so ripe for the taking. So primed, a few strokes over her clit would send her into orgasm.

  And he refused to do it. She was going to come with him inside her first.

  Leaning over her, he pressed his palm on the mattress near her head. His other hand gently massaged her soaked sex, not enough to make her come, just enough to keep her focus there and feed the fever. “You want to come, don’t you, Emilie?” This little virgin knew exactly what he was talking about. In her letters, she’d boldly asked him a dozen questions about sexual climax.

  Fisting the coverlet, she closed her eyes with a moan and arched into his hand. Her nipples were an appealing distraction. They were jutting out, needing to be kissed and sucked again.

  “Answer me, Emilie.”

  “Yes! Yes, I want to . . . come.”

  He slid a finger inside her. She gasped and squirmed. He groaned.

  A single digit was all he had in her and it was firmly clasped in her hot satiny sheath, the tight sensation mind-numbing. His cock twitched with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to have her. If she hadn’t been a virgin, he would have been buried to the hilt by now. Joseph eased his finger out and slid two back in. She squirmed a little harder as he gently stretched her. Sweat broke out on his brow.

  “Please . . . I need . . .” Her words melted into a whimper when he withdrew his fingers.

  He knew exactly what she needed. He needed a fucking release, too. He’d never needed any woman this badly, but her damned virginity couldn’t be forgotten. Intent on stretching her tight little sheath beforehand, he wanted to minimize her discomfort, hurt her as little as possible when he entered her. “I’ll let you come very soon. I swear it.”

  He lowered himself beside her and swooped in for a kiss, devouring her lush mouth. Penetrating her with his tongue. He feasted on her taste, forcing her mouth to open wider to accommodate his possession. His hand was back to caressing her sex, wet silky folds he couldn’t stop touching, letting his palm lightly scrape over her clit on occasion, giving a constant spike of sensations. Throwing her arms around his neck, she mewed with each rhythmic stroke, her legs now sprawled open on the bed, no longer bent or tense.

  Just the way he liked it.

  He slid three fingers into her. With a lurch, she recoiled and tried to squirm away, but with his body half covering hers, and the material to her skirts caught under him, she didn’t get far. Pushing and pulling his fingers in and out, he turned to her nipple and drew it into his mouth, instantly taking her focus from the intrusion of his hand to the sensations of his tongue. He continued to work her with his fingers, with his mouth, until he had her arching to him once more and moaning loudly. Three fingers didn’t come close to how thick he was at the moment, but it was going to have to be enough, because he’d reached the end of his rope.

  Pulling his hand out, he slid his slick fingers down his cock, coating it with her cream for easy penetration. He was so far gone, he wasn’t certain how gentle he’d be.

  He was on her in an instant, pinning her down, spreading her thighs with his knees.

  “Say you want me to take you,” he demanded, wedging his cock against her opening, his chest heaving with the exertion it took not to give in to the lure of her wet sex and drive into her.

  “I want you, Vinc—” He crushe
d his mouth to hers, silencing her with a hot hard kiss. Jésus-Christ. His brother’s name was the last thing he wanted to hear from her lips at the moment.

  “Tell me you want the man you exchange letters with. The one who knows you better than any other man. Tell me you want that man. He’s the one you want to surrender to.” What the hell was he doing? Why did any of this matter a whit? Especially now. She wants it. She’s begging to be taken. He should be fucking her. Forget the rest!

  “Yes . . . you’re the one I want,” she said.

  He had her mouth, his kiss a mix of savage hunger and alarming desperation.

  Joseph plunged into her.

  Hot pleasure roared through him; a cry erupted from her. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. The pressure around his cock was spine-melting, his thickened prick pulsing sharply inside the tight confines of her cunt. The sweetest torture.

  Emilie’s face was buried in his neck, her arms squeezing him fiercely.

  “Are you all right?” he said in her ear, his voice more a rasp than a whisper. He felt her nod. Sweet little liar. Her body was rigid and tense. She wasn’t all right.

  “Try to relax. Almost there.” He was halfway.

  At that, her head jerked up. “Almost?”

  He withdrew a little and drove back in, this time sinking his cock completely. She bit her lip and gave a strangled cry.

  Pure pleasure exploded through his senses.

  Nothing in heaven could be finer than this. He’d never been inside any woman who felt this good. Never experienced the intense sensations radiating up his cock. He reared then slowly tunneled back into the snug creamy heat. The friction along the sensitive underside of his cock was magnificent. He couldn’t stop thrusting, celebrating in every stunning sensation. It took him several moments before he noted her body drawn up tight; he could tell she was holding her breath. “Look at me,” he said.

  She looked up at him, her eyes watery.

  Joseph brushed an errant curl off her soft cheek. “It’s done, ma belle. Breathe through it. The discomfort will pass. There’s only pleasure from now on.” He kissed her luscious mouth and gave her perfect sheath more strokes of his cock, fighting back his release, basking in the stunning pleasure of each plunge and drag.