To Love a Prince

by Nana Malone

  For every kiss I planted along his neck and collar bone, he responded by squeezing his large hands over my ass. “Sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is stop you, but maybe we should go—”

  I ignored his words and rubbed myself against the thick, pulsing heat in his jeans. Feeling bold, I removed one arm from around his neck, bringing my hand around between us, encircling his erection with my fingers.

  A stream of creative four-letter words streamed out of Tristan’s mouth as his right hand abandoned its post on my ass to move to my breast, thumb deftly stroking my nipple through my blouse.

  “Love, we should really go inside—ah, darling, you keep that up, and I’m not going to last very—ah shit…”

  Unable to shake the need for him and missing the delicious tingling sensation of his hand on my breast, I resisted his attempts to tug me inside and stroked the length of him.

  He placed both hands on either side of my face and held my gaze for several seconds. “You naughty thing. Are you sure?”

  At my nod, he bent his head, and his lips slammed down on mine. His tongue tasted and teased, explored just past my lips and withdrew until I knew he meant to drive me mad.

  Hands still on my face, he urged me backward until my back hit the railing.

  Lifting his lips off mine, he smiled. “Hold tight, sweetheart.”

  Following directions, I tightened my arms around his neck. First, he hiked up the skirt of my suit. It was an A-line with a ruffle, and it had pockets, which was key for carrying a weapon. Then his large hands took hold of my bottom, and he picked me up, urging my legs around his waist. He placed me on the railing, and his hands went to my breasts, never breaking the connection of our lips.

  Deft fingers made quick work of the buttons on my blouse then the front clasp on my bra. He unhooked it but didn’t bother to take it off. I grasped his thick hair in an attempt to get him to deepen the kiss, but he wouldn’t let me take control.

  Fire roared deep inside me, and I wondered how I could have gone almost my whole adult life and never felt like this before. Both his hands took a slow path from my belly and inched up to my breasts. They felt too heavy, too full. And they ached. His thumbs traced the undersides of my breasts, wrenching a gasp from my throat.

  He clasped his large hand over my breast and gently kneaded. Delicious sensations zinged through every cell and traveled at rapid speed to the core of my femininity. “Oh God, Tristan.”

  He nipped my bottom lip to silence me. “Good God, you’re beautiful.”

  Urged on by his mumbled love words and the rhythmic pulsing of my inner core, I tugged at the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it past his already tousled blond locks. Bronzed muscles gleamed under the sunlight.

  For a moment, I could only stare at the broad shoulders before me, not believing I was actually there in Tristan’s arms about to live out every fantasy I’d ever had.

  Leaning me back, he dipped his head, and laved the tip of my right breast. When I gasped his name, he moved to the other one, paying them equal homage.

  Scoring my hands on his back, I rode the climbing peak of pleasure, praying, begging it wouldn’t stop.

  Tristan traced kisses from my breast and up the column of my throat before reclaiming my lips again. His fingers traced a pattern over my inner thighs until they reached the lace of my panties.

  He lifted his head, his eyes darkened to almost black. “Do you trust me?”

  I nodded enthusiastically, almost comically. Surprised, I blinked several times. “Yes. God—don’t stop.”

  A slow smile spread across his face as he continued to hold my gaze. His thumbs traced the edge of the lace, completely unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. He held my gaze as his thumbs hooked under the elastic and came into contact with my slick folds.

  My eyes slammed shut upon his first stroke before opening wide again. “Mmm, Tristan, please. I—"

  “So wet…” He nipped my bottom lip. “On the plane, I wondered if I’d be able to get away with coming to sit by you, throwing a blanket over our laps and playing. But I think maybe you’d have been much too loud.”

  Me? He was one who’d practically roared the first time we’d made love in the hotel. He’d been so loud I was afraid security would come… or worse, one of my team. But he smoothed his thumb over my clit, and I promptly forgot all about my consternation. “Tristan—I—need—”

  “I know, love. I know.”

  Tristan…

  I hooked a thumb under the band of her lacy panties and slid them down to gain better access to her. Fuck, she was pretty. Every inch of her.

  I could do this. I gritted my teeth and fought for control. Every instinct begged me to unbutton my jeans and bury myself to the hilt. With every murmur and mewl from her, my blood surged and throbbed through lust-thickened veins.

  “Tristan…”

  I nipped at her full bottom lip and relished in the sweet taste of her. “Mmmm?”

  “I want—”

  Smiling, I slid a finger inside her. I knew she’d be hot, wet, slick. But still, the sensation had me quaking. “I think I know what you want…”

  A long moan escaped from her throat, as she pulsed around my finger. Shit. Much more of that, and I’d lose it. But I could wait. She was going to come for me before I buried myself inside her. Because once I was inside her, it would be a lot more difficult to think about anything other than how good she felt.

  I tucked my face into the crook of her neck and nipped her soft skin “Love, do you know how good you feel?” With every lick and love bite, her body responded as if she’d been made for me. I traced a path from her neck to a delicate nipple.

  When I pulled my head back to watch as I traced a thumb across the peak, her inner walls tightened around my finger. Feeling that delicate response, my dick ached, begging to be released.

  “Tristan, please stop teasing me.”

  “Mmm. Oh, you thought we were having a quickie? Oh no.” I leaned over her and moistened the smooth tip of her nipple with my tongue. Sweet and rich, I couldn’t get enough. I nuzzled, tasted, and suckled. Moving over to the other peak, I laved and paid worship at the ripe mound. I’d fantasized about the taste of her for so long. I paused at her breast, unable to move away.

  Ariel knew how to play dirty too. Delicate fingers unfastened my jeans and slipped inside, wrapping around my cock.

  A spike of electricity zapped my spine, lighting me up, threatening to make me blow. Christ. I struggled for control against the painful surge of blood to my erection, as I tried to ignore the screaming voice in my head telling me to lean into the pleasure.

  “Ariel…” I choked.

  “Mmmmhmmm?”

  “You want me to come like that?”

  Her voice was throaty and low. “I don’t know. Might be fun to watch you watch me as I get you off.”

  Jesus. The edges of my vision were starting to white out. I glanced down between us at me with my hand at her mound and her with her hand in my jeans, and I was mesmerized by the motion of her hand. The pure bliss clouded any kind of thought, and I couldn’t look away.

  When her fist reached the head and she spread a drop of moisture over the sensitized tip, I cursed. I removed my fingers, then snapped a hand around her wrist. Next, I anchored her thighs to the rail and kneeled before my promised land. Her soft petals beckoned me. As I darted my tongue to trace over her clit, her hips rose and bucked under me.

  I gripped her tighter, kissing the inside of her thigh. The low growl in my throat restricted my breathing. “You taste incredible.” My tongue traced a path to her clit and only paused to pay homage with light circular motions. I stopped just short of direct simulation.

  “Tristan, c’mon. Please.”

  I chuckled when she tugged my hair and pulled me closer to her, urging me on. On my upstroke, my tongue traveled the length of her silken folds, flattening against her clit, only pausing to tease the bundle of nerves.

  On the down stroke, I
explored the cave of her femininity as far as I could go. I repeated the routine, and only stopped to alter it when I slid a finger back inside her, mimicking the rhythm of what I planned to do with my dick.

  Finally, I felt the telltale quiver in her inner thighs. Felt her whole body tense. Heard the harsh ragged breaths tear from her. I slipped another finger inside her, but didn’t let up on the steady rhythm, in, out, in, out. Press on the bundle of nerves inside.

  Replacing my tongue with my thumb, I moved up her body and clamped my mouth over hers to absorb her cries as my thumb circled and pressed. Feeling the gentle, pulsing spasms around my fingers, I used my thumb to tease her like my tongue had done. Once, twice, again a third time. All the while massaging the soft weight of her breast.

  To tease her, I slowed my fingers, wanting to draw out her response. My thumb stopped, and she rewarded me with a raw moan that told me everything I needed to know. “You like that, princess?” I mumbled against her lips.

  She made a feeble attempt to lift her hips.

  I smiled. “Oh, no, you’ll have to tell me.”

  She gave a choked cry on a breathy moan. “Yes. Yes, I like it. Just please—”

  I nipped her lower lip, then used the tip of my tongue to salve the tiny wound. “I’ll give you anything you want. I am yours for the taking. Just be gentle with me.”

  I returned to her clit and circled the tiny bud, gently applying pressure. I murmured coaxing words in her ear as I urged her to relax. “Easy does it, baby. Just relax and let me love you.” Gently retracting and inserting my fingers, I kept a steady pace, until the slick muscles of her core began to milk my fingers, pulsing, seeking. My body quivered in answering time, begging for release, screaming for it.

  I felt the trembling in her legs and coaxed her onward, determined to bring her to a shattering climax before I took from her. Before I buried myself so far into her tight sheath, I’d never be able to separate from her again.

  Ariel’s head snapped back, and her legs locked around me. “Tristan—Oh my—” On a gasp, she came apart again, pouring liquid heat over my fingers.

  Spent, she sagged against me. I held her shaking form, anchored her to me, and placed kisses on her head.

  After several moments, she lifted her head to stare at me. “What have you done to me?”

  The corner of my mouth tipped up. “Nothing you didn’t like.” My voice softened, and I gently removed my fingers. “You feel okay darling?”

  She didn’t say anything but raised her hips in time to my movements. Fuck me… I could spend the next several years exploring every inch of her and never get bored.

  “Come here.” I lifted her off the rail and eased her feet down.

  “I want more.”

  I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Don't worry. We’re getting there.” Her hands shook as she reached for my jeans and smoothed the denim over my ass. She went back to stroking me, and then it was my legs that shook. “Fuuuuck, Ariel.”

  I hissed a breath and counted to five. When the counting did nothing to quell my body’s careen toward complete release, I tried going for ten. I almost made it too, until her silken finger discovered the wet drop at the tip begging for attention.

  I muttered a curse as my hips bucked in response to her searing touch. A knowing smile hinted at the corner of her lips.

  Eyes heavy lidded, she used her finger to spread the dew across my straining head.

  “Ariel, God—”

  “Tristan…” She pumped the length of me before shifting her hand further down to massage my balls.

  My eyes crossed, and I hissed out a halt. “Fuck it. Turn around—” I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed her one more pump before I halted her hand with mine. Peeling open my eyes, I spun her around and kicked her legs wider.

  Her answering gasp went straight to my dick. I was going to fucking come, and I wasn’t even inside her yet. Pissed off and too aroused to give any fucks about what she was going to wear back through the palace, I gripped her skirt roughly, hiking it up again and baring her ass.

  The sight of her ripped a groan from my chest. She was so responsive, so wet. She looked so hot, so wanton. I dipped my head to kiss the nape of her neck while I retrieved a condom from my wallet. “Delicious.”

  “Tris… I need you.”

  “Not as much as I need you.” A rip of the foil with my teeth, and I was sheathed in seconds. When Ariel canted her ass up, I cursed under my breath. As I lined my cock up to her slick center I tugged at her loose shirt and exposed more of her back and neck to me. As I slid home, I gripped a handful of flaming red hair, tugging it out of my way. When I found that sensitive spot between her neck and back, I bit down hard.

  She screamed out my name as I hit deep, something feral taking over. I wanted to mark her skin. I wanted her to feel the grip I had on her hair and know I was marking her. I didn't even know what kind of fucked-up, wanker caveman shit that was, but I didn’t care. She was mine, and I wanted her to know it to her soul.

  But as I increased my pace and continued to equal parts bite and kiss and lick her, something different happened. She marked me. It was like her body had some kind of reverse marking power that would make me completely useless to any other woman as long as she existed.

  “Right, there, God, right fucking there, Tristan.”

  I gritted my teeth as I felt her tighten around me. “Can you come again? I want you to fucking come again.”

  “Yes. Oh God.” I gripped her hip and her hair even tighter as I increased my pace, chasing bliss. Ariel slid a hand down her body to her clit and further to where we were joined. Just that simple graze of her fingers lit that rocket, and I was completely powerless to stop anything. She reached a hand back into my hair, arched her back and helped me light the fuel injectors inside her. Ariel screamed my name, her body going tight like a vise around my dick.

  That didn't stop me. I was steel, and I relished the added sensation. One stroke, two strokes… then total white out.

  Three

  Ariel…

  "Why is it you always tend to slide out of my arms?"

  I giggled as Tristan tried to pull me back into the bed. "We can't stay. Penny and Sebastian are probably looking for us. We have to get back."

  Tristan sat up, but he still pulled me down onto the bed as I tried to button my skirt. He planted a kiss on my neck that sent a shiver down my spine, and there I was, melting. Again. "You have to stop. Oh my God, this is going to be death by orgasm."

  "And I did give you so many."

  "Jackass."

  "Maybe a little, but I deserve to be a cocky twat. When you saw me again, you tried to pretend you didn't want me."

  I snorted. "I think it’s safe to say I wasn’t very good at pretending I didn't want you. I've always wanted you. From the moment you walked up to me in the movie theater, I couldn't believe my insane luck. There you were, hot and sexy, and to my teenage brain, just wow."

  He lay back and grinned, shirt open, jeans still not buttoned. And here I’d thought his smile was his best asset. I wanted him again. What the hell was wrong with me? Four orgasms weren’t enough? Is this what had happened to Penny? A perfectly good brain addled by too many orgasms?

  I giggled. "I just knew you were special."

  He went solemn. "Not as special as you are." He pushed himself up and leaned forward for a kiss.

  "Come on, you can't tempt me anymore. I need to go."

  "Fine. You can't go without me, so let's do this."

  "You're the worst and the best. God, how are we going to keep from touching each other?"

  "I have no idea, because right now I'm trying to negotiate how you're going to end up in my bed tonight."

  I tried not to wince. If I did, it would give away that I wouldn't be there tonight. I had a planning meeting with Penny. I hoped to God she was on board. The research I’d done on the plane pointed to all kinds of nothing nice. And I knew it was only going to get worse, not better.
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  "You know, I do have to work. It’s nearly five. We’ve been down here for four hours. Trevor will come on shift soon."

  "Can't you work from the palace?" He pouted, and honest to God I almost capitulated.

  I laughed. "I wish, but your cousin and my friends worked very, very hard so that I could have some kind of future outside the palace. Just because you're back doesn't mean I get to shirk my responsibilities."

  "I do love how you say shirk." He nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

  "Ugh. You're impossible. Get dressed. I can't think with you,”—I waved my hand in the air—“you know, shirtless with your abs on display."

  He visibly flexed. Jackass.

  "Okay, seriously, how many abs is that? Eight?"

  His grin flashed. "You should know. You counted them with your tongue."

  A flushed crept up my neck. "Oh my God. I still cannot believe you."

  He pulled me to him again for a quick kiss. "Believe it. You and I are getting a whole new start. And I can't wait to start making up for all of our lost time.”

  “I mean, obviously, there are some logistics to figure out," I mumbled as I tried to find my shirt.

  He frowned. "A few logistics?”

  “Well, for one, I'm your knight. I don't know how Sebastian is going to feel about this whole thing with us."

  "Oh, he'll be cool. You forget, he married Penny. And I'm pretty sure he wants to see both of us happy, so that's not a problem."

  "Well, it's a little bit of a problem. Protocol and stuff. I don't know what it is with the knights. It's a whole new thing."

  "Okay, we'll get around it."

  "And you need to tell Ella."

  He sighed. "I'll talk to her. It's going to be fine. I've been thinking about that a lot, actually."

  I finally found my shirt lodged between the leg of the bed and the chair we'd eventually moved to so I could climb on top of him.

  I snatched it up off the floor, sliding the soft silk over my arms. "Well, you have a lot to get through. I get it. This is certainly the most, um, unusual thing I've ever had happen in my life."