Confessions of a Royal Bridegroom(124)

His hands continued their exploration of her body, slipping along the inside of her thighs, dancing their way up to the curls that hid her feminine flesh.

“I liked the artist’s work,” he replied, sounding distracted. “And I liked what it said about me, about what I had become.”

Justine frowned, not sure what he meant. But then his fingers carefully delved through her curls and parted her flesh to brush the little nub hidden there. She sucked in a breath at the shock of sensation, her back instinctively arching as he gently rubbed her. She grabbed his forearms, stunned by the intensity of what she felt, but she didn’t try to stop him.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he stroked her damp, tender flesh. “Let your body do whatever it wants, my sweet. Move however it wants.”

She moaned and let her head fall back. A moment later, he quietly urged her to clutch at the blanket beneath them rather than grip his arms. Once he’d done that, his hands once more explored her dampening flesh, seeking out that most tender part of her body to begin teasing her again.

Tease he did, stroking and gliding over the exquisite point, making her grow even wetter and softer with the luxurious little pulses that seemed to ripple out from her sheath. All the while, he murmured encouragement in a husky, dark voice, telling her how beautiful she was and how he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

It didn’t take Justine long to reach a point of such heightened sensation that she felt almost frantic. One moment she wanted to arch her back, as if to strain away from him, and the next she was pushing her body down into his hands, desperately trying to increase the pressure. But Griffin controlled her, one hand clamped firmly on her thigh while the other slipped through her drenched folds, keeping her poised and straining for more.

“Griffin, please,” she finally panted out, not recognizing her voice. Her entire body was drowning in pleasure, but somehow it wasn’t enough.

He gazed up at her, his black eyes glittering with feral intensity, his features taut and fierce with wanting. “Lean down to me, love,” he growled. “That’s it. Just bend down a bit.”

Awkwardly, she braced her hands on the cot and leaned forward. His hand left her thigh and came up to capture one of her breasts. He squeezed it and then thumbed her nipple. She moaned at the delicious tingle that seemed to dart straight from the tight point to her womb.

He plumped her breast between his fingers and then his mouth fastened on her with a firm suck. A strangled cry forced its way from her throat and she squirmed, unable to remain still under the delicious onslaught. His other hand moved to snake up her spine, urging her forward so that her breasts hung low and heavy. While he suckled one nipple, alternately drawing on the tight bead or flicking it with his tongue, his hand went to her other breast. He gently squeezed the aching tip, rolling it between his fingers.

Unable to stop herself, Justine moved against him, spreading her legs even wider and rubbing against his thick erection. Sensation rose up through her in a heady spiral, every rational thought in her head blasted away by the sensual storm he evoked in her as he suckled and played with her breasts. They felt full and aching. Indeed, her entire body ached with a need only he could fulfill.

A wave of carnal desire swept through her, so strong it threatened to overwhelm her. But just when she thought she’d reached her limit, every nerve in her body on fire, one of his hands moved between her legs again and he found the tight knot of flesh, so hot and incredibly sensitive. Then his fingers slid over it and slowly came up into her body, parting the folds and penetrating her sheath.

She felt a burning sensation, but it quickly subsided into a pleasing ache that had her instinctively clenching her inner muscles around his fingers. Griffin rumbled his approval. He moved his hand in a slow, deliberate movement, pumping inside her before pulling his fingers out to slick over the tight bud. It took only a touch for every muscle in her body to pull tight and then release in one magnificent, throbbing pulse, forcing a strangled shriek from her lips. She shuddered and pressed into his hand to draw out the delicious contraction until it gently ebbed away.