His Royal Pleasure by Leanne Banks Page A

She was so swollen, she felt she was going to burst. She could barely breathe.
    â€œGive me all of you, Katherine,” he coaxed, his voice low. “All of you in my mouth.” Then he touched her again. His tongue was tenderly persistent. His mouth was ruthlessly pleasure-giving.
    Her blood roared through her veins as if it were jet-propelled. She arched off the ground, crying out his name. And her whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and the next began, and the next.
    And Katherine flew.
    Â 
    Moments later Alex was still trembling. He held Katherine in his arms. Or was it she who was holding him? For God’s sake, why did he feel this way? After all, he had remained in control. He hadn’t cried out. He hadn’t come.
    He’d thought to teach her, to show her how lovemaking could be. He hadn’t counted on her teaching him that her sweet surrender would affect him like this.
    He’d planned to bring her so much pleasure, she’d be crying with it. He hadn’t planned on getting high from her complete responsiveness. He never would have believed the simple gesture of her hand on his cheek would render him speechless.
    He’d planned to be the giver, yet he felt he was holding pure gold.
    She stirred and pressed her face into his neck. Her breath fluttered in soft pants against his skin. His heart swelled within his chest, and he tightened his hold on her.
    The mist still came down. The moon played peekaboo behind the clouds. The world was still spinning on its axis, he thought. So why did he feel completely undone?
    Katherine stirred again and moved her mouth to his ear. “You can go ahead and say it,” she whispered, the breathy sound tickling and arousing.
    Alex’s skin began to heat. “Say what?”
    She continued nuzzling his throat. “I told you so.”
    It was difficult to concentrate with her hand skimming over his chest and down his belly. “I told you what?”
    â€œThat you would bring me incredible pleasure and that I would beg for it.” She met his gaze a little shyly. “You were right.”
    Her fingers tugged at the top button of his pants. His blood pressure zoomed. “No,” he choked out, reluctantly clutching her hand. “We can’t. There’s no protection.” His full erection strained painfully against the tight pants. If he weren’t a prince, Alex thought, he’d say to hell with it and finish what they’d started. But his father’s indiscretions hung heavily over his head, making some actions impossible.
    She lifted her head, looking at him uncertainly. “You don’t want me to touch you.”
    â€œI didn’t say that,” Alex quickly corrected her. “I said—”
    She covered his mouth with hers. He should stop her, he thought, as she unbuttoned his pants. He felt and heard the hiss of the zipper as she slowly lowered it.
    She slid her hand under the edge of his briefs, and he groaned. She was so close. Maybe he could last for just a moment.
    Her fingers grazed his masculinity. He ground his teeth.
    â€œYou’re hard,” she murmured.
    â€œAn understatement,” he growled.
    She brought her mouth an inch from his and murmured against his lips, “Next time, bring a condom.”
    Hell, he’d buy a whole factory.
    When she wrapped her small but capable hand around him and stroked, he saw stars, and he knew there were none out tonight. He let out his breath in a long, uneven hiss.
    Her thumb rubbed the tip, spreading a drop of his arousal and causing more. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her to stop, Katherine gave him a French kiss so erotic, there wasn’t a rating for it. She slid her velvety tongue in and out of his mouth while she milked his throbbing shaft with her hand.
    It was too much. She was too good. He couldn’t stop. He jerked. He thrust, then spilled himself into her hand.
    The hot,