He gestured toward me with his tart. “Fair point. You may proceed.”
“Tarts, while delicious, are quite messy.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s because you eat like a heathen.”
I’d give him a bloody heathen. I swiped my finger across the top of my tart and smeared sticky red goo over his smirking lips.His mouth popped open, and a sound of utter disgust tore from his throat.
“I’m so sorry,your highness. Let me get that for you.” I eased forward and traced his lips with my tongue, licking the filling right off.
Something warm landed on my neck. When I glanced down, I saw a dollop of filling sticking to my collarbone.
Rían grinned back at me. “Whoops.”
“You’d better clean that off.” Otherwise, he’d be wearing a new tart hat.
His head dipped, and his tongue swiped across my skin. He didn’t stop there, continuing down to the swell of my breast.
“I don’t think there are any cherries down there,” I breathed.
He glanced up at me, his pupils wide and dark. “Best to be sure, just in case.”
He did have a point.
Rían tugged the lapel of my silk robe aside and clicked his tongue. “As I feared. Crumbs everywhere.”
What was he on about? “I don’t see any—”
His teeth scraped my pebbled nipple.
When I fell onto the mattress, Rían fell with me, still devouring my breast.
“Still hungry?” I dipped my finger into the tart and painted a sticky line from my ribs to my hips.
“Ravenous.”
“Oh…ravenous Rían.” Definitely a new favorite.
My husband didn’t miss a beat, cleaning every last drop with his mouth. And when he finished, he plucked a plump cherry off the tray and placed it right atop my center. When his soft lips connected with my overheated skin, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Delicious,” he murmured, hooking his arms beneath my thighs and pulling me closer to his hungry mouth. My knees spread wider, making room for his toned shoulders. His tongue swirled slowly, as if savoring, finding and flicking against my most sensitive spot. How did he always know exactly how to touch me?
My lashes fluttered open so I could watch this wicked prince work me into a ball of tension and desire until my stomach began to quiver. “Rían…”
His finger slipped inside me, stroking in and curling time with his tongue, making room for a second. The more he teased, the closer I drew to the edge of that coveted precipice. Only tonight, I didn’t want to fall alone.
“I need you inside me.”
“Ah-ah. You said you only wanted me for a crown.”
Really? He wanted to tease menow? That wicked, beautiful tongue…“Your cock is…adequate.”
He tsked and curled his fingers once more before sucking hard at that bundle of nerves. My spine came clear off the bed. “I mean it’s glorious! I love everything about it, and if you don’t put it inside me this instant, I shall expire.”
His chuckle vibrated against my swollen flesh. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” He let go enough to sit back on his heels and free his thick length from his breeches. I stroked him from base to tip, urging him toward where I needed him most.
Instead of giving in, he caught my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. “Get on your knees.”
The command in his tone had me doing exactly that. Anchoring his hands on my hips, he nudged my entrance, the soft hairs on his legs tickling the backs of my thighs. He eased inside slowly, drawing out the torture. My body barely had time to adjust to the beautiful invasion when he pulled out, only to push back inside even deeper.