The Future King’s Love-Child by Melanie Milburne Page B

going to his waistband, unbuckling him and uncovering him with her searching fingers.
    Cassie swallowed his gasp of reaction as her fingers danced along his length, the satin strength of him so potently male, so aroused he was seeping with moisture. She played with him, squeezing, rubbing and stroking him while her mouth was being plundered by his, her heart rate soaring, her body slick and wet with need.
    He muttered something unintelligible as he tore his mouth off hers, his dark eyes glittering with pent-up desire, his hands already lifting her skirt, his clever, artful fingers searching for the secret heart of her desire, behind the thin lace of her knickers.
    She quivered against his touch, the smooth stroking of his fingers, curling her toes and arching her back until she was gasping out loud, the shock waves of release reverberating through her.
    The ripples of reaction were still rolling through her as he backed her to the nearest wall, only stopping long enough to retrieve a condom from his jacket pocket on the way past.
    Cassie shivered in delight as she helped him sheath himself, the urgency in his movements building her desire all over again.
    She shuddered as he surged into her moist warmth, his thickness stretching her, sendingwave after wave of rapture through her with each deep, pounding thrust.
    He set a furiously fast rhythm, as if he were riding against an approaching storm, each rocking movement of his body in hers bringing him closer and closer to the point of no return. She felt it building in his body, the increasing tautness of his muscles, the sucking in of his breath, the contortion of his features as he hovered for that infinitesimal moment, before exploding his need inside her, each last thrust accompanied by a primal grunt of deep male satisfaction.
    Cassie listened to his breathing as he held her against him in the quiet glow of the aftermath, wondering how she had lived without the magic of his touch for so long. Her body felt tender and swollen from his almost rough possession, but she would not have admitted it for the world. Let him think she was used to a quick tumble wherever she could get it. It would make their inevitable parting neater and cleaner, for him at least. It would never be anything other than heart-breakingly painful for her.
    A chirruping sound broke through her reverie but it was a moment or two before she realised what it was. Her small purse containing her mobile was sitting on the chair where Sebastian’s jacket was draped.
    ‘Is that your phone?’ he asked, easing away from her.
    Cassie straightened her clothes. ‘Um, yes…but it was just someone leaving a message.’
    He frowned as he glanced at his watch. ‘Who would be texting you at this time of night?’ he asked.
    Cassie hoped her expression was not revealing anything of the rapid pulse of panic she could feel in her chest. ‘It’s probably my flatmate, Angelica. She is no doubt wondering where I am.’
    He was still frowning slightly. ‘Did you tell her who you were with?’
    ‘Of course not,’ she said, dropping her gaze.
    Sebastian lifted her chin between his thumb and index finger. ‘Word must not get out about our assignation, Cassie,’ he said. ‘I hope I can still trust you on that.’
    She met his gaze with a flash of resentment in hers. ‘Do you really think I would announce to all and sundry I have been chosen to service the future King of Aristo wherever and whenever he pleases?’ she asked.
    Sebastian set his mouth in a tight line. ‘You were with me all the way, Cassie.’
    She tugged his hand away from her face. ‘I want to go home.’
    ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘I haven’t finished with you.’
    She glared at him but he could see the up-and-downmovement of her throat as her eyes darted to her purse again.
    ‘Aren’t you going to read the message?’ he asked, pinning her with his gaze.
    The point of her tongue swept over her lips. ‘I’m sure it’s nothing