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  I feel a pang in the vicinity of my heart, but I push it away immediately. Herne gave me the invitation for this cotillion, but he didn't ask for my number. He didn't give me his. He didn't want to stay in contact.

  I was most likely just a one-night dalliance for him. He thought he could maybe do more with me tonight if I showed up. I feel determination rising up in me at that thought. He didn't really want me. He just wanted a night of pleasure.

  Then why can't I have the same?

  I take a small step closer and my prince automatically tightens his grip. The front of my body is pressed against his in a long line, not a whisper of space left between us. I can feel his interest pressed up against my stomach.

  Hard, thick, long.

  Another flash of heat hits me. I want him. He seems agreeable enough. And I bet he would be amazingly good at it. This is a man who doesn't just have experience. This is a man who would know exactly what to do. One who could make me feel good.

  I want all of that heat and expertise aimed at me. Now, while I feel on top of the world, while I have the courage to reach for what I want, while I feel more beautiful than I ever have before.

  I'm a grown woman.

  I know what I want.

  Why the hell not?

  Chapter 10

  Herne

  I know she can feel my arousal against her as she steps closer to me. We’re so close that our bodies are fully pressed together, not an inch of space left between us. Her soft breasts flatten against my chest. Her stomach cradles my erection. Her eyes are filled with heat as they trace my face, as her fingers slide through my hair.

  She wants me.

  Unlike the other girls I've danced with so far tonight, her desire doesn't leave me cold or disinterested. Far from it. My cock is throbbing with the desire to be inside her. I want to touch her so badly. Peel her out of that dress. Find out what she looks like when she comes.

  The song slowly comes to an end and she steps away.

  I stand still, wondering if I've read her completely wrong. If she isn't interested after all. I'm more disappointed than I should be at that thought considering that I just met her.

  Then she takes my hand and starts walking. She looks over her shoulder at me as she moves away, seeing if I'll follow.

  I'm no idiot.

  My beast and I are in perfect agreement. I feel it rise inside me as I allow her to pull me through the room, through the crowd of mostly shallow, disingenuous social climbers. Why did I want to have this party again?

  She walks confidently and not particularly discreetly, like she has one thing on her mind and she's determined to have it. A flash of heat goes through me as I realize I am the thing she wants.

  A few people notice us as we walk through the crowd hand in hand, but the more intense scrutiny from when she first entered the ballroom has dissipated. No amount of attention would stop me at this point. If she told me she wanted to have sex in the middle of the dance floor, I'd ask her what position she would prefer.

  As we near the edge of the ballroom, I take the lead.

  "I know where we can go," I say as I veer in a different direction. I don't want to take the time to go to my place. I need something much closer.

  She concedes the lead to me and I take us down a hall that leads to a private bathroom where we can be alone. Where I can do the things I've been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on her.

  I open the door and draw her inside, locking it behind us as the lights turn on, the motion detectors set off by our entrance. The golden light shines off the alabaster counters inside, gleaming off the golden fixtures, the marble flooring, the mirrors that line each of the walls. We're in the powder area before the entrance to the rest of the bathroom. It’s as opulent as I could make it, which I appreciate now.

  All I really care about is that we're finally alone.

  I lead my dream woman over to a counter and wrap my hands around her slender waist. I pick her up and set her down on the counter, wanting to close the height difference between us.

  She watches me with darkened eyes, her lips parted as her breath comes in excited pants.

  I watch her as I slide my hands up her waist, stepping closer.

  She doesn't stop me when I lean in to taste her lush mouth. She meets my tongue with her own as her hands slide up my arms to wrap around my shoulders. She tastes wonderful. Fresh and clean.

  I want more.

  I want everything.

  When I reach into the cups of her bodice and pull the soft weight of her breasts out, she only gasps against my mouth. But again, she doesn't stop me. Groaning, I squeeze the soft curves, thumbing the already firm tips as I break the kiss.

  I have to look.

  "Gorgeous," I breathe as I take in the rounded curves topped with peachy pink nipples. They're already tight and perky.

  I have to kiss them. I kiss first one tip, and then the other, as her fingers slide into my hair again. Then I open my mouth to suck, to kiss, to lick. Gently. And thoroughly.

  She's arching up against me, making almost pained noises in the back of her throat, her fingers tightening in my hair.

  A whisper of memory prods me.

  There's something.… It slips away again as she pushes her breast against my mouth.

  I focus on making her wild. I want her to want me as much as I desire her. Is that even possible? The inferno of lust inside me is strong indeed. My erection is already leaking, my balls drawn up with arousal.

  I finally lift my head from her breasts, admiring the pink marks I've left from sucking, the firm tips, the flush of desire appearing on her body.

  Beautiful.

  I drop down to my knees, the marble cold and hard on them, but I don't care even a little. I'm too focused on my goal. I push the yards of fabric up and out of the way as she watches me with half-closed eyes.

  I hook my fingers into the scrap of white fabric covering her core and pull it right off.

  "Spread your legs," I order, already pushing her thighs apart with my hands. There's an unmistakable growl in my voice that I can't control. I want her too much.

  She doesn't stop me, but her hands come down to cover herself as her thighs open. I meet her eyes and then reach for her protective hands.

  "There's no need to be shy, sweetheart," I say as I draw them away. "You're beautiful. Perfection." And she is. Pink and wet and ready for me. Ready for everything I want to do.

  I lick my lips, holding her hands so she doesn't try to hide herself again. I push my shoulders between her legs, keeping her legs apart so she's open and vulnerable for me.

  And then I set my mouth right there.

  At the heart of her desire.

  She cries out, her hands tightening on mine as I lick at her, slowly learning the contours of her, seeking out and finding the places she likes to be touched the most.

  I find her entrance and spear my tongue inside, feeling her clench on it.

  Tight.

  Very tight.

  I lick up the sides of her. Suckle and nibble as her taste coats my tongue, drives both the man and the beast to higher and higher levels of lust. My cock is hard enough inside my trousers that I wonder why it hasn't simply ripped them apart yet.

  I can wait. I want her to come first. I want to experience it, watch it happen.

  Zeroing in on her clit, I settle in with a lick and a nibble. She pushes up against my mouth, a broken sound escaping her, all shyness gone as she reaches for her pleasure.

  Just as I want her to.

  I look up to see the sheen of sweat on her breasts, on her forehead. The flush of exertion on her cheeks is so beautiful. Her eyes are closed tight as she turns her head to the side, biting her lip.

  She's closing in.…

  I watch her face as I lick harder.

  I keep her legs wide apart with my hands on her inner thighs, not relenting until her body stiffens.

  There you are.

  She moans as her hands clamp down on my shoul
ders, her body trying to buck against me. I hold her down, drawing every last second of pleasure I can out her. Then there’s another rush of wetness, another swallow of her taste.

  I growl, licking at her.

  I think I might be addicted.

  Chapter 11

  Elle

  As I come down from the first ever orgasm I've had from a man's mouth, I only have one real thought.

  Wow.

  And when can I have another? My body is still tingling from the aftermath.

  I open my eyes as I feel Prince Charming stand.

  He looks much more...intense, like the volume has been turned up on him. He was hot before, but now his face is flushed, his eyes laser focused on me, his mouth swollen and reddened from the work it's been doing. It’s mesmerizing.

  His hands are clenched at his sides and his erection looks like it's about to tear a hole right through the well-fitted black pants he's wearing. As I stare at the tent his impressive hard on is pitching, I feel my body still humming with need.

  I want him.

  All of him.

  I've already come this far.

  I reach for the fastening on his pants. He watches my hands as they work to free him.

  "I want you inside me," I say as I peel back the panel. I pause as I realize something. "You're not wearing any underwear," I say, staring.

  None at all. Completely commando under that thin fabric. I lick my lips, sliding my fingers over his ruddy skin.

  "These pants are too fitted for them," he growls.

  I start stroking his erection, fascinated by the throbbing length. It’s the first one I’ve ever seen. It's so silky. Hard but covered in the softest of skin. I hadn't expected that.

  His hands slide up my bare thighs as he watches my face.

  "Are you sure?" he asks. He doesn't spell it out, but it's clear what he's asking. Do I want to go all the way?

  "I..." I trail off as one of his fingers slides down my wet cleft and then slowly slips inside me, awakening some nerves for the first time. When he tries to slide another finger in, the fit is really tight. Too tight.

  I wiggle, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

  He leans in, kissing my forehead, my nose, my lips.

  "Is this your first time?" he asks against then, his eyes so close they're all I can see. The question is low, intimate. He is so close. He already has his fingers inside me.

  I feel uncomfortably exposed all of a sudden.

  "I don't see how that matters," I say defiantly. I know it's just because he's made me feel vulnerable.

  He straightens, his fingers still inside me. He watches me as he uses his other hand to tug gently at my clit.

  I clench down on his fingers, letting out a small sound as the sensation ripples through me.

  "It does matter," he argues gently, his eyes soft. "I don't want you to regret this later."

  "I won't," I say firmly. And I mean it.

  Even if I have a brief moment of weakness where I think of Herne.

  Herne isn't here.

  I wasn't important enough for him to seek me out. I push the thought of him away again.

  My prince opens his mouth to say something else, his eyes concerned, but I interrupt before he can. I don't want to argue about this. I've made up my mind.

  "I know what I want." I reach between us and take a firm grip on his erection, watching his jaw clench in response. "And what I want is you."

  He hisses out a breath, his eyes narrowing on mine.

  "Then me you shall have, my lady," he agrees softly.

  I let out a surprised sound and let go of him as his hands clamp over my hips and he pulls me right to the edge of the counter. I'm flat on my back now as he raises my legs, resting them on his shoulders, leaving me completely open for him. This time the thought only makes me feel hotter rather than vulnerable and exposed.

  Reaching down between us, he takes a hold of himself and rubs the tip of his erection up and down between my legs, hitting my clit and all my sensitive spots. I sigh, my hands coming down to grip the edge of the counter as the tingles of pleasure run through me.

  "Ready?" he asks, looking up from where he's been watching himself moving against me.

  His eyes are dark, glittering with want as they watch me.

  This isn't the charming prince anymore. This is a man who sees what he wants.

  I nod, fascinated at the change.

  "Yes."

  He holds my eyes as he aims himself at my entrance.

  He slowly pushes in.

  He's careful, gentle, using small thrusts while he rubs slow circles over my clitoris with a careful finger.

  It's still slow going as my body reluctantly gives way to his long and thick length.

  I feel the sting of the stretch and try not to wince.

  Halfway in, I'm not sure he'll be able to fit.

  "Oh, I'll fit," he says, his forehead damp, his eyes a little out of focus as he concentrates.

  I must have accidentally said that part out loud.

  "You just need to relax a little more.…" Leaning down over me, he kisses the side of my neck, suckling little kisses that add fuel to the fire of my desire in a way I didn't expect.

  All the while, his fingers are working on me, his erection is stretching me.…

  This orgasm takes me completely by surprise, a flash there and gone, a jolt of pleasure. I sigh as I sink back onto the counter.

  "There you go," he says as he starts a series of thrusts that end with him all the way inside me. "Perfect fit."

  I moan, sliding my legs off his shoulders to brace my feet on cool slickness of the counter. I feel so full. Completely stuffed to the brim and then some.

  He croons something to me that I don't catch, cupping my breasts, sliding his hands down my legs, laying soft kisses over my face.

  Soothing me.

  I start to relax a little, adjusting to the thick intrusion of his body.

  I can feel his heartbeat inside me.

  I've never been this close with another person before. It’s so powerful and I couldn’t have guessed it would be like this.

  Then he starts to move.

  "Oh," I gasp, my eyes flying open at the sharpness of the feelings that flow through me. He hits nerves I didn't even realize I had as he thrusts gently, carefully.

  As I turn my head, I realize I can see everything. The mirrors arranged along every wall reflect back the image of us entwined with each other. The contrast is arresting.

  He still has all of his clothes on, only his trousers pulled down to bare the hard curves of his ass, clenching and releasing as he pushes into me.

  My breasts sway with the thrusts where they spill out of my bodice, my nipples hard points. My skirt is bunched around my hips, my bare legs spread wide to take his cock.

  The sight of the debauched picture we make has me getting even wetter. Prince Charming notices the change right away. He also sees where my attention is.

  "You like to watch," he says in a low voice, his smile sly.

  "Um, I..." I blush, feeling shy once again at that realization, which is downright ridiculous. We're already having sex for God's sake. Why does it matter if he knows I like watching us?

  But it does.

  He doesn't embarrass me with the knowledge. He tries to use it.

  "Why don't we get a better view?" he suggests, his smile widening. His arms come around me and he lifts me up against him. I yelp, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He chuckles at my hard hold as he swings us around until I'm braced against a wall.

  Gravity makes him sink even deeper into me.

  Oh.

  Oh that is deep.

  I gasp as he groans, and his forehead touches mine. I wrap my shaky legs around his hips, the movement rubbing my clitoris against him. I make a small sound at the stimulation. That's nice. I grind a little against him experimentally, needing more.

  "More," I whisper.

  He groans, lifting his head, his eyes slightly
unfocused.

  "I'll give you more."

  Bracing me firmly against the wall, he pulls out, my body clinging to him, not wanting to let go. Then he pushes back in with more force.

  Yes.

  That's what I want.

  I push back against him on the next thrust, my fingers digging into his shoulders through the layers of cloth he still has on. I look behind him. To the side. And the other side. I have a view from every angle now. And each one of them is delicious.

  I watch as his now-wet length hammers into me, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing around us as the bright lights illuminate everything. Every detail.

  "You're so damn gorgeous," he remarks, his tone so sincere.

  I look up to see him looking at our reflections as well. I watch as his eyes linger on my swaying breasts, between my legs.

  I'm so wet now that it's dripping down my thighs. My reaction hasn't escaped him.

  Growling, he pulls out of me and turns me around so I'm braced against the counter, bent over. He tilts my hips up. Then he slams back into me again.

  I cry out as he groans, my own reflection inches away from me. I almost don't recognize myself. I look so carnal. My lips are swollen, my eyes clouded with lust, my cheeks flushed a deep pink.

  My prince's handsome face is hard with his own lust behind me as he thrusts into me faster, harder, hitting a place inside that he hadn't in the other positions.

  I feel the impending climax building. The small of my back tingles, my toes curl... I cry out, pushing back against him as another orgasm hits me.

  It's deep, deeper than the others. I can feel myself clenching over his rock-hard length as I come.

  And come.

  And come.

  "Fuck," he snarls behind me, pushing in deep, fighting past my tight grip. One of his hands slams against the mirror in front of us as his other clenches on my hip. His head is thrown back, his neck corded as he empties himself inside me, the heat of his climax keeping me going even longer.

  I let out a sigh, almost a moan, feeling as if my legs have become noodles.