The Royal’s Pretend Wife by Sophia Lynn Page B

motions now. She sighed when she felt him press his lips against her throat, measuring her pulse with a gentleness and patience she wasn't sure she had ever felt before.
    “The last time we did this, I was too rough, too fast,” he murmured. “I took what I needed—”
    “You can't think I was displeased,” she whispered. “I felt as if I was swimming in the stars of Spain.”
    “I could feel your pleasure, but this time, I want more than that.”
    Trinity started to ask what he meant, but then his hands were ghosting along her body, raising gooseflesh in their wake. He was touching her with a feather-light gentleness that made her breath catch. She knew that he was capable of great strength, but this gentleness was new, almost strange.
    It's like he's touching me as if I were something precious, something dear to him…
    She melted at his touch, letting all of her thoughts drift away. It was far easier to simply open for him, lying in front of him with her heart and body bare. His light touches sent licks of flame dancing along her body, growing greater with every pass. She whimpered a little when he slid her panties down her long legs, dropping them somewhere on the floor.
    When he parted her legs, she tensed for a moment, but he stroked her thighs until they relaxed and opened for him willingly. He lay down between her legs, kissing his way up one thigh and down the other. When Apolo ghosted his lips over the very core of her, she sighed with pleasure. Time and again, he drew closer to the seat of her pleasure, then drew back.
    Her hands were fisting in the sheets; she didn't realize how aroused she was until she felt the tension running along her legs.
    “Please,” she murmured, her voice broken, but clear.
    She could feel a shudder go through him.
    “I could never deny you anything,” he whispered.
    With infinite care, he spread her open with his fingers. She knew that she was already wet and needy, but still he was patient. He started by brushing his lips along her wet flesh, and then his tongue. For a long time, he teased her opening, and then he rose up to lap at the pearl above. After a few tantalizing licks that threatened to make her rise off the bed, he settled into a quick rhythm that made her start to shake instantly.
    “Oh…oh, please, more please,” she cried, aware that she was begging and not caring for a moment. Her need was as bright and hot as the sun, and the only man who could answer it was answering her with a will.
    When she exploded, it was as if all of the tension in her snapped. She was flooded with sensations as she tensed and cried out. She felt as if her entire body had lit up like a Christmas tree, as if electricity was dancing through her. She would have gone spinning off into space if Apolo hadn't been there to hold her back.
    When Trinity's tremors had started, Apolo had not pulled away. Instead, he kept his mouth pressed against her flesh, riding out her shivers with her. When she started to calm down, to her shock, he started lapping at her again.
    Instinctively, she went to push him away. It was too much, she was far too tender, far too sensitive. Then she felt the first spike of pleasure pulse through her again, and she was carried away. The sensation of being utterly taken, utterly pleasured, rose through her again, and this time, they had even less mercy.
    Her screams of fulfillment hung in the air, and somehow, her hand had ended up knotted in Apolo's thick black hair. Her heels drummed into the sheets beneath her as she writhed with her pleasure. This climax dragged out until she was as limp as a rag and exhausted underneath him.
    For a moment, she thought he would continue the sensual torture, but then he laughed softly, pulling away. She watched as he rolled over to cradle her close, his arm draped protectively over her belly.
    It seemed to take Trinity a long time before she could gather herself. Even when she was able to speak, her throat was dry from her