Maisey Yates - Redeemed By His Stolen Bride / Crowning His Convenient Princess

‘You don’t have to do this, you know…’

He bent down and surrounded one still sensitised nipple in the hot wet heat of his mouth. Leonora’s back arched.

She panted, ‘What…? Do what…?’

He lifted his head, a sexy smile playing around his wicked mouth. ‘Put on the innocent act. You don’t have to play games to entice me, Leonora. I’m enticed.’

Before she could respond to that he was ministering the same exquisite torture to her other breast. Act? What act? She couldn’t think straight. Not when he was massaging one breast with his fingers and nipping at the other with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

His tongue trailed down under her breasts to her belly, dipping into her navel before moving further. Leonora tensed as he came close to the juncture of her legs. He tucked his fingers under her panties and tugged. She lifted her bottom off the bed in silent acquiescence. He pulled them down her legs and off completely. Then one stocking and the other followed them to the floor.

Now she was totally naked—like him. And yet she didn’t feel self-conscious. Just…hungry. Aching. Empty inside. As if something was missing.

He was looking at her, his eyes roving over her body, and her self-consciousness returned. She was suddenly acutely aware that she didn’t conform to current beauty trends by waxing every inch of her body. But Gabriel wasn’t looking remotely repulsed.

He came down beside her, his hand resting on the cluster of dark curls between her legs. ‘I like a woman to look like a woman.’

He kissed her then, stopping any words or more coherent thoughts. The feeling of pleasure that he liked her as she was quickly became something far more urgent as he pushed her legs apart and his hand explored further, through those tight curls to the secret place where she ached for his touch.

She gasped into his mouth when his seeking fingers found her, wet and ready. He massaged her, stroking her with expert fingers into a level of excitement that had her arching off the bed, pleading incoherently for something just out of reach, a shimmering promise of ecstasy she could almost taste.

He was relentless, teasing her to the point where she thought she would die if he didn’t just—

But then, with one deep thrust and a twist of his fingers, Leonora was finally released from the tension, and she soared high on a wave of pleasure so exquisite she cried out, her hands instinctively reaching for Gabriel’s wrist to stop his movements, her throbbing flesh over-sensitised.

Gabriel looked down at Leonora, transfixed by the pleasure suffusing her face. Her skin was dewed with perspiration, her cheeks pink. When she looked at him her eyes were unfocused.

‘That was… That was…’

He shook his head, trying to fathom how she could manufacture a response so…earthy. Responsive.

He answered for her. ‘That was amazing.’

It had been. And he was literally hanging on to the last shred of his control. Seeing her like this, her breasts moving up and down jerkily with her breaths, long dark hair tumbled across the pillow, it was all he could do to find and roll on protection.

He settled between her legs, where the core of her body was still hot and damp. She looked at him, her mouth swollen from his kisses. He’d never seen a more erotic sight, had never felt such a visceral need to join with a woman.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He put his hands on her hips, positioned himself where she was so wet and ready, and plunged deep into the hottest, tightest embrace he’d ever known.

The sensation was so exquisite that he almost climaxed in that moment.

It was also unexpected.

She was innocent .

Unbelievably.

Her eyes were wide and shocked. He saw her silent entreaty to move…to do something to alleviate this alien sensation. And Gabriel could no more deny her that silent plea than he could force his mind back to some rational place and absorb this revelation fully.

It took supreme skill and control to claw himself back from the brink and move slowly in and out…

Leonora’s brain was white-hot with the sudden pain of Gabriel’s body thrusting into hers and now, as the pain ebbed, with the building of a whole new level of tension. He’d looked at her just now as if he’d realised she was a virgin, but to her profound relief he hadn’t said anything…

She didn’t want him to say a word to take them out of this moment. She was joined with this man who had taken her over, body and soul. He lifted her buttocks up, so he could deepen his thrusts, and every single part of her body spasmed with a wave of pleasure, cancelling out any last vestige of pain.

He caught her hands, both of them, and twined his fingers with hers. He brought them over her head and held them there as he moved in and out in a relentless rhythm that made her writhe against him, seeking release from the growing tension.

She could do nothing but hold on as he wound her so high she thought she would break into a million pieces—and then, with no warning, she did break apart, on a thrust so deep that she gasped at the majesty of his body pulsing deep inside hers. She saw an expression of almost pain on his face as he stared down at her, as if he’d never seen a woman before.

Wave upon wave of ecstasy racked her body. She could feel her inner muscles clamping around Gabriel’s hard length. She was his captive of pleasure and yet she’d never felt more free as she soared on a high that was breathtaking.

He jerked against her and she bit her lip to stop crying out as yet another mini-orgasm wrenched her apart all over again.

She had been so totally unprepared for this overload of sensation that she didn’t even notice when Gabriel extricated himself from her embrace, slipping into the deep oblivion of deep and total satisfaction…

When Leonora woke the faint light of dawn was painting its pink trails across the sky. It took her a second to absorb the fact that she wasn’t in her own bed and that she felt different.

Because she was different .

She was no longer a virgin. She had been thoroughly initiated into the art of lovemaking by a master.

She turned her head and saw Gabriel’s dark one beside her. Even in sleep he looked powerful. Her gaze moved down his naked body hungrily, lingering over the densely packed muscles of his abdomen and lower, to where his masculinity looked no less impressive at rest.

Her lower body clenched. After they’d made love that first time she’d fallen into a pleasure coma. And then she’d woken a couple of hours later with her bottom tucked into Gabriel’s body, his growing erection stirring against her. He’d demonstrated that that wasn’t the only way to bring about intense pleasure and had brought her slowly and inexorably back to life with his hands and his mouth, showing her that what had happened hadn’t been a dream.

No. It hadn’t been a dream.

It had been very much an explosive and transformative reality. She held the sheet to her body, going cold inside as the full significance of the night sank in. Just hours ago she’d been about to be publicly betrothed to Lazaro Sanchez. And yet here she was, having been thoroughly bedded by a totally different man.

This behaviour was so out of character for her. She hadn’t even kissed Lazaro beyond one chaste kiss on the lips. And yet she’d spent mere hours in Gabriel’s company and tumbled into bed with him with barely a moment’s hesitation.