Part 8 (1/2)

Valdemar rolled over so their upper bodies mashed enticingly together. ”We're in love.”

Maybe. Possibly. Okay, yes.

”You also have your deranged cousin wanting to kill you in order to become a dictator to your people.

We should be focusing on that.” We? When did I start thinking in ”we” terms?

”You're right.” ”Yeah well, take your hand off my b.u.t.t.” His hand was lodged in the crack of her a.s.s, stroking her flesh.

Aureliann was still wet from their ”sidetrack” from before. The feel of his hands so intimately on her body set off sparks of antic.i.p.ation within.

Valdemar rolled Aureliann onto her stomach before she had a chance to react. ”I love your a.s.s.” He kissed each plump cheek. He lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees.

”What are you doing?” It was a dumb question when a c.o.c.k was prodding her b.u.t.t.

”Trust me.” He reached over and grabbed a condom from the supply he had stashed beside her bed. ”I believe you will enjoy it.”

Aureliann turned her head around to look at him. That he was erect and ready to go again was no surprise to her. In fact it delighted her to know she was the reason behind it. ”You're not going to...” Aureliann could not finish the sentence. What she hoped he would do was not something a good girl would do.

”You don't want me to?” Valdemar snapped the condom into place. He looked around the room. He smiled when he saw what he needed.

”Well, yeah but...”

”What?” He mounted himself on top of her, his c.o.c.k rubbing the flesh of her a.s.s. ”Worried about how naughty it is?” Valdemar chuckled as she s.h.i.+vered at his words. ”I plan to do lots of naughty things with you, lovely. Now do not move.” He got off the bed and headed to her dressing table.

Aureliann could vaguely remember her grandmother telling her when she was ten that men preferred ”good girls”. At the time she had not known what the woman had meant. Now she knew, and ”bad” worked better for her. She jumped in excitement when Valdemar moved back behind her.

”Relax,” he murmured as he nudged her legs apart and slipped his hand in between. ”I love how you are always wet for me.” With his other hand he flipped the lid on a bottle of lotion he had found on her dresser.

”What is that?” Aureliann heard the sound of squirting but the way Valdemar had positioned himself she could not see what was going on.

”Lotion.” He lathered his condom-covered c.o.c.k.

Aureliann gasped. ”Which bottle?”

”Does it matter?” Valdemar squirted some of the cool cream into the tight puckered hole of her a.s.s.

”Whoa.” That was a weird yet exciting feeling. ”One bottle cost me a gazillion dollars.” Men. They never understood the important things in life. ”Is it in a pale blue or a white bottle?”

”White.” Valdemar pulled her cheeks apart and moved in tight behind her.

”That's okay then.” The white bottle was from a chain store.

Valdemar sat back on his haunches and laughed. ”Seriously? Why would you care?”

Aureliann craned her neck around to look at him. ”You may care when I'm eighty and a wrinkled-up old prune.”

He smiled. ”I love the thought of you and me together at eighty.” Valdemar slipped one creamy finger inside her a.n.u.s. ”I love that we will be having s.e.x when our knees are failing us and our eyesight is shot. I love the fact that you will be worried about what lotion I use to pleasure you when neither of us may be able to make out the writing on the bottle.” He pushed a second then a third finger in, thrusting back and forward, preparing her for more. ”But most of all I love you.”

”You are the sweetest man.” Aureliann loved the idea of growing old with him, which was insane considering they had met barely two days ago. Sometimes things just happened for a reason and she knew better to question that. And at that moment, she loved the way his fingers filled her a.s.s. It made her crave another type of filling.

”I think you may love me too.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, ”Do you want me?”

”No, I'm just writhing on the bed for effect,” Aureliann quipped as she undulated back and forth on his fingers. ”I need action here.”

Valdemar slapped her b.u.t.t playfully. ”You have a smart mouth, lovely.”

”Yeah well, talk is cheap and I'm seeing no action from you, prince.”

He removed his fingers. ”So I'm back to being the prince again?”

”Until you prove yourself to me.” Aureliann liked this teasing banter with Valdemar. It made it so much more fun and exciting.

”Would this do it?” His c.o.c.k nudged at her a.n.u.s.

Aureliann was startled. She knew the size of his p.e.n.i.s and suddenly the idea of all that in such a small area did not seem like such a doable thing.

Valdemar seemed to sense her hesitation. He wrapped one arm around her waist. ”This will work. Just push back on me, lovely.”

She did as he said and slowly he pushed the head of his c.o.c.k into her tight puckered hole.

”Oh Val.” His entry was so slow and hot that it almost felt that time stood still. It was uncomfortable yet nothing would make her ask him to stop. She wanted him any way she could have him. Discomfort turned to another feeling that she knew slow-moving friction would make even better.

”Oh indeed.” No further words were spoken as they both gave in to the moment for what it was. Once he was fully inside, Valdemar licked her neck. ”May I?”

That low, husky voice in her ear made her tremble. Aureliann knew what he wanted, what he needed and she remembered how it had made her feel. ”Yes,” she breathed the word out. As his fangs sank into her neck, Valdemar started to pump inside her. Aureliann closed her eyes and gave in to the rush of heat that surged through her a.s.s and veins. Their joining was so intense that she had no idea where she started and Valdemar ended. The sucking on her neck and the thrust of his c.o.c.k made the o.r.g.a.s.m that hit so intense that her arms shook and threatened to give way.

Valdemar caught Aureliann to him. His mouth left her neck. His tongue stroked the pierced flesh like a balm.

”Beautiful, lovely Aureliann,” he growled as his stroke increased and his b.a.l.l.s slapped at her backside.

She panted and closed her eyes, taking all that he could give her. When he groaned in satisfaction and his c.o.c.k jerked hard within her body, Aureliann fell down on the bed. All her bones felt like liquid and she lay in a sensual daze.

”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l.” Her words were barely coherent. Her a.s.s was throbbing pleasantly. ”We have to-” She stiffened and tilted her head. ”I hear someone outside.” Who the h.e.l.l could it be? And how embarra.s.sing would it be if they walked in now. ”Get off me.”

Valdemar heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. He lifted himself from Aureliann and jumped out of bed, ready to defend his woman from this unannounced guest.

”Do an old man a favor and put on some clothes, boy,” Thomas Gwyddein's voice called out in amus.e.m.e.nt from the other room. ”Thomas, what are you doing here?” Valdemar discarded the spent condom and reached for his trousers.

He was surprised but not as much as Aureliann. Her mouth was in that cute ”o” shape he loved. Valdemar did up the snap on his pants and kissed her quickly. ”b.u.t.ton up, lovely. He's an old man but he's not dead.”

He threw her his s.h.i.+rt.

Aureliann's hands flew to the task. ”Thomas from the book?” She looked agog. The last b.u.t.ton was in place as Thomas came into sight. ”You're not how I pictured you.” She jumped up to stand beside Valdemar.