the second time around.
He moved slowly, giving them both time to adjust and anticipate. About the third time he stroked all the way in, she gave up acting like a lady and pulled him down against her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. As their tongues mated, she shifted so she could hug his hips with her legs. That caused him to push in even deeper and she was instantly lost.
Murat felt the first pulsing ripples of Daphne’s release. His plans to dazzle her with his stamina quickly faded as each contraction pushed him closer to the edge. She gasped and moaned and clung to him, begging him to continue. He forced himself to hold back until she had stilled and only then did he allow himself to give in to the building explosion of desire.
Daphne knew that it was best to act as casual as possible, but she wasn’t sure how to accomplish the task, given what had just happened. She felt as if Murat had somehow touched every cell in her body and made it scream with pleasure.
Still, as he rolled onto his back and drew her close so she could rest her head on his shoulder, she was determined not to gush. He hardly needed the increase in his already impressive ego.
“You are amazing,” he said as he stroked her bare back.
“Thank you. I could say the same thing about you.”
“As you should.”
She laughed. “How like a crown prince to insist on defining the compliments.”
“You are made for pleasure.”
“I don’t know about that, but I don’t mind giving in to it from time to time.”
Especially to a man as skilled as he. He sure knew his way around the female anatomy. Did princes get classes in that sort of thing so they didn’t embarrass themselves? Were there—
“You are not a virgin.”
The unexpected statement nearly didn’t register. Daphne pushed herself up on one elbow and stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You are not a virgin.”
She laughed. “Murat, I’m thirty. What did you think?”
“That you would not give yourself away so easily.”
Her warm, fuzzy feelings began to fade. “You’re judging me?”
He put his free hand behind his head and regarded her thoughtfully. “Even though we were engaged ten years ago, I never touched you. You left here as innocent as you arrived.”
“So?”
“So tell me the name of the man who has defiled you, and I will have him tortured and beheaded.”
She started to laugh, then realized he wasn’t kidding. There was some definite rage bubbling under the surface.
She sat up and stared at him. “Wait a minute. You’re serious.”
“Deadly so.”
“That’s crazy. You can’t kill every man I’ve slept with.”
He frowned. “How many have there been?”
“How many women have you slept with in the past ten years?”
“That is not your concern.”
“My answer exactly.”
“Your situation is completely different. You are a woman. Men took advantage of you. Tell me who they are.”
“You belong in the DarkAges ,” she said as she scrambled to her feet and grabbed for her panties. She pulled them on, then found her bra and put that on as well.
“You’re also making me crazy,” she continued as she glared down at him. “I am a modern woman and have lived a relatively quiet life. Yes, there have been a few men, but I was careful about whom I chose, and no one ever took advantage of me.” She threw up her hands. “Why am I explaining myself to you?”
“Because you feel bad about what happened.”
“I didn’t before, but I’m starting to now.”
“I don’t mean here,” he said as he sat up. “Those other men…”
“Are none of your business.” She stepped into her jeans. “You’re acting like an idiot. Worse, you’re acting like a sexist pig and that’s even more unforgivable.”
“I care about you. I want to look after you.”
She picked up her shirt and slipped into it. “I don’t need looking after. I’ve been fine for years. As for the men I slept with, I will never tell you their names. I
He moved slowly, giving them both time to adjust and anticipate. About the third time he stroked all the way in, she gave up acting like a lady and pulled him down against her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. As their tongues mated, she shifted so she could hug his hips with her legs. That caused him to push in even deeper and she was instantly lost.
Murat felt the first pulsing ripples of Daphne’s release. His plans to dazzle her with his stamina quickly faded as each contraction pushed him closer to the edge. She gasped and moaned and clung to him, begging him to continue. He forced himself to hold back until she had stilled and only then did he allow himself to give in to the building explosion of desire.
Daphne knew that it was best to act as casual as possible, but she wasn’t sure how to accomplish the task, given what had just happened. She felt as if Murat had somehow touched every cell in her body and made it scream with pleasure.
Still, as he rolled onto his back and drew her close so she could rest her head on his shoulder, she was determined not to gush. He hardly needed the increase in his already impressive ego.
“You are amazing,” he said as he stroked her bare back.
“Thank you. I could say the same thing about you.”
“As you should.”
She laughed. “How like a crown prince to insist on defining the compliments.”
“You are made for pleasure.”
“I don’t know about that, but I don’t mind giving in to it from time to time.”
Especially to a man as skilled as he. He sure knew his way around the female anatomy. Did princes get classes in that sort of thing so they didn’t embarrass themselves? Were there—
“You are not a virgin.”
The unexpected statement nearly didn’t register. Daphne pushed herself up on one elbow and stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You are not a virgin.”
She laughed. “Murat, I’m thirty. What did you think?”
“That you would not give yourself away so easily.”
Her warm, fuzzy feelings began to fade. “You’re judging me?”
He put his free hand behind his head and regarded her thoughtfully. “Even though we were engaged ten years ago, I never touched you. You left here as innocent as you arrived.”
“So?”
“So tell me the name of the man who has defiled you, and I will have him tortured and beheaded.”
She started to laugh, then realized he wasn’t kidding. There was some definite rage bubbling under the surface.
She sat up and stared at him. “Wait a minute. You’re serious.”
“Deadly so.”
“That’s crazy. You can’t kill every man I’ve slept with.”
He frowned. “How many have there been?”
“How many women have you slept with in the past ten years?”
“That is not your concern.”
“My answer exactly.”
“Your situation is completely different. You are a woman. Men took advantage of you. Tell me who they are.”
“You belong in the DarkAges ,” she said as she scrambled to her feet and grabbed for her panties. She pulled them on, then found her bra and put that on as well.
“You’re also making me crazy,” she continued as she glared down at him. “I am a modern woman and have lived a relatively quiet life. Yes, there have been a few men, but I was careful about whom I chose, and no one ever took advantage of me.” She threw up her hands. “Why am I explaining myself to you?”
“Because you feel bad about what happened.”
“I didn’t before, but I’m starting to now.”
“I don’t mean here,” he said as he sat up. “Those other men…”
“Are none of your business.” She stepped into her jeans. “You’re acting like an idiot. Worse, you’re acting like a sexist pig and that’s even more unforgivable.”
“I care about you. I want to look after you.”
She picked up her shirt and slipped into it. “I don’t need looking after. I’ve been fine for years. As for the men I slept with, I will never tell you their names. I
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