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The ever-increasing swell of Alexandre’s arousal told her that his need was as urgent as her own. More so, probably, because she had selfishly taken last night, with no return to Alexandre for the pleasure he had given her, not once but twice.

“What—” Alexandre’s protest when Anastazia broke the kiss died in his throat, his heart beating loudly as the stormy blue of her gaze held his captive and she slid down to the carpeted floor to kneel between his thighs.

“Anastazia…?” He barely breathed as her fingers moved to unfasten the top of his denims before sliding the zip down, lifting up slightly to help her as she tugged his denims and boxers down to his thighs, allowing his cock to spring free of its confinement.

“God, you’re beautiful…” Anastazia’s fingers gripped and then stroked the length of him, her gaze becoming both hot and hungry as a bead of precum escaped the slit at the top in response to those fingers grasping him tightly.

Alexandre groaned as the tip of her tongue appeared and slowly moistened her lips before she rose up on her knees and that tongue flicked out to gather up the bead of precum, only for it to be followed by another, and then another, all licked up greedily by that hot and rasping tongue.

“Mm, you taste delicious,” Anastazia murmured appreciatively before parting her lips and slowly feeding his cock an inch at a time into the heat of her mouth.

Fuuuck!

Alexandre almost lost it completely as she sucked his cock to the back of her throat and her fingers gripped him tightly. It felt so fucking good. Indescribably amazing. Heaven and hell at the same time, and so much more intense than pleasure given in a dream or by his own hand. Alexandre felt his balls tighten at that overload of pleasure after months, years, of grieving for his father or being too busy ruling Androcco to so much as look at a woman with sexual interest, let alone do anything about it.

Until Anastazia.

Alexandre groaned as he sank farther down on the sofa, becoming boneless and totally unable to stop watching Anastazia through narrowed lids as she set up a sensual and heated rhythm of pleasure. Her lips were wrapped tightly about his cock as she took him to the back of her throat, and then that wicked tongue would lick along his length as she slowly pulled back, before concentrating that silky hot tongue on the sensitive knot of nerves just below the bulbous tip.

And each time she did, his balls drew up tighter and his self-control slipped a little further out of his grasp. He needed to stop this. Had to stop this.

But it feels sooo good. Too good to stop. I—

“Oh fuck!” Alexandre sat forward abruptly to grasp Anastazia’s shoulders as she cupped his balls in her hand and one finger pressed against another knot of nerves beneath them. “You have to stop,” he gasped, fingers gripping tighter in an effort to stop himself from coming. “Anastazia, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come!”

She lifted slightly, releasing him with a loud moist pop. “Then come…” Her breath was warm against the dampness of his flesh before the heat of her mouth once again enveloped him.

Fuck, fuck,
fuck
! “For God’s sake don’t stop.” He totally contradicted himself as she sucked his cock deeper still, followed by her tongue licking in that wicked rhythm as she slowly raised her head. She repeated the hot caress again and again, until Alexandre felt sure he would go insane from the pleasure. “God, Anastazia!” he cried out as he began to desperately stroke his cock into that moist furnace.

He thrust again and again, and it was pleasure such as Alexandre had never felt before. Because it was Anastazia? He had no time to think about why as, mere seconds later, his pleasure became so intense, he exploded and his cum pumped out of him in thick and molten, seemingly never-ending jets, to be swallowed down by Anastazia’s hot and greedy mouth.

Their ragged breathing filled the air in the aftermath of Alexandre’s sexual explosion.

He fell back against the sofa, groaning at the release of one last painful shuddering pulse of cum from the visual pleasure of his still-hard cock held captive in Anastazia’s mouth.

Well, this is awkward
, Stazzi realized self-consciously, lashes lowered as she slowly raised her head, releasing Alexandre from her mouth to place her hands on her jean-clad thighs. She sat back on her haunches. Her eyes flickered up and then quickly down again as she heard Alexandre’s groan and realized it was in response to the sweeping of her tongue across her lips as she licked up and relished the taste of the last of his release.

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and then released it again when she saw the heat of Alexandre’s gaze as he watched her. Because she was doing that “chewing your bottom lip” thing again.

“Alexandre, I— What are you doing?” Her eyes widened as he straightened his clothes before leaning forward to scoop her up in his arms. Her arms moved quickly about his shoulders when he stood up and strode across the room towards the closed door. “Where are we going?”

“Bedroom. Open the door, please,” he instructed gruffly.

“But—”

Alexandre didn’t ask her a second time, bending slightly at the knees so that he could open the door with the hand he had beneath her thighs, before stepping out into the hallway.

Stazzi felt the warmth enter her cheeks when she saw the bodyguard on duty outside, his eyes widening briefly before he quickly averted his gaze.

Alexandre didn’t so much as glance at the other man but set off down the hallway in the direction of the bedrooms. Because he was used to living in that goldfish bowl? So much so, he probably hadn’t even noticed the other man. But Stazzi noticed him as he had noticed her, and she knew he must be drawing his own conclusions about where the two of them were going and what they were going to do once they got there.

Was this what she wanted?

She had so enjoyed giving Alexandre pleasure. Had felt empowered when he lost complete control and came in her mouth. She could still taste him there, salt and sweet at the same time, with an added dash of spice. Utterly delicious.

Oh, to hell with it—yes, Alexandre is exactly what I want.

Not on the rebound from Will, as she had suspected last night, but because she wanted Alexandre. This Alexandre. The man she had spent this evening with. Dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, his hair tousled from her caressing fingers, those green eyes dark with passion as he glanced down at her.

Stazzi relaxed and smiled at him, then settled more comfortably in his arms, her own arms tightening about his shoulders. He entered a darkened bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, the room lit only by the light of the moon shining in through the windows.

She kept her arms about Alexandre’s neck while he laid her down on top of the bed, parting her thighs to welcome him as she pulled him down on top of her.

Alexandre felt his cock engorge and swell again when he settled between the heat of Anastazia’s thighs, his weight on his elbows while he looked down at her. “I want to make love to you.”

“I think I already know that,” she teased.

“All of you.”

“Yes.”

His heartbeat sped up. “Yes?”

“Yes,” she confirmed breathlessly.

His gaze roamed over Anastazia’s face, searching for any sign of uncertainty on her part. Her eyes looked back, shining and assured, a slight smile curving those delicious lips. “God, Anastazia…” He buried his face in the thickness of her hair, breathing in deeply. Breathing
her
in deeply. The lemon smell of her hair, the floral and spice of her, and the hot and heady perfume of her arousal.

Removing her clothes, one item at a time, was like unwrapping a Christmas or birthday present, each layer taking him closer to the holy grail that was Anastazia. First her top, then her bra—God, her breasts were perfect. Small and yet full, and tipped with dark, engorged nipples that he enjoyed with his lips and tongue before releasing them so that he could move lower and deal with the fastening to her jeans. He slid those denims down her thighs, along with her lace panties, revealing dark curls at the apex before removing the clothing completely, along with her socks.

Alexandre sat back on his haunches to gaze at Anastazia’s nakedness. Her hair was a glossy black tumble on the pillow behind her, the ivory skin of her naked body bathed in moonlight as it picked out all the perfect dips and hollows. “You’re as beautiful as I imagined you would be.”

“For all of forty-eight hours?” she teased huskily.

His gaze flickered briefly up to her face. “I saw your photograph long before that.”

“Photograph?” She frowned.

He nodded. “The Meyers Hotel has a website. You’re on it. I saw you, and I wanted you.”

“You saw my photograph and wanted me…?”

He winced. “Too stalkerish for you?”

“No. No, not at all,” Stazzi assured him wonderingly. It somehow made…this, whatever this was, less…tenuous, to know that Alexandre had wanted her before he even met her. It also made her feel warm inside to know he hadn’t come on to her because she conveniently happened to be here, and that his attraction was specific to her.

Because Alexandre saw my photograph and wanted me.

How much of an ego boost was that, to know that Prince Alexandre St Sebastien of Androcco, once the playboy prince of the West, had seen her photograph and wanted
her
?

She held her arms up invitingly. “Come here.”

He held her gaze as he reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, tousling his hair even more and giving him a distinctly rakish appearance as he once again settled his denim-clad thighs between hers and then aligned the hard warmth of his naked chest against her breasts. “I want to savor every inch of you.” His breath was warm against her skin as his lips explored her throat. “Kiss, touch, and caress all of you, until not an inch of you remains hidden from me.”

“Yes.”

“Not one inch, Anastazia. I will know all of you,” he warned darkly. “Claim and possess all of you.”

Stazzi gave an anticipatory shiver. “Take off the rest of your clothes, Alexandre.”

His mouth quirked even as he moved to sit on the side of the bed before standing to finish undressing. “I like that you’re as demanding a lover as I am.”

She wasn’t. Not usually. She was being so now because Alexandre allowed her to be. She had always reined in the depth of her passion with men in the past. Especially with Will, because he didn’t like a woman to be in the least demanding in bed, claimed it was unladylike— Oh, fuck Will and what he did or didn’t like. If Alexandre, ruler of his own principality, didn’t feel threatened by the depth of her passion or her demands, then she was finally free to be her completely uninhibited and demanding self.

Alexandre’s cock gave a welcoming surge as Anastazia moved up onto all fours, her gaze holding his as she prowled across the bed toward where he stood, the glossy fall of her hair shielding most of her nakedness. Which didn’t hinder him appreciating the slender length of her back or the perfect roundness of her bottom.

“Not this time.” He stepped aside as she would have reached for his cock. “The next time I come, I’m going to be inside you,” he promised as he gently nudged her over onto her back before sitting down on the bed beside her. “Deep inside you.” He straightened his arm to lean his hand on the bed as his other hand moved to cup her mound, palm pressed against her erect clit even as his fingers parted her swollen folds and he pushed two of them inside her slick heat.

Anastazia gave a low groan and her eyelids fluttered closed, her legs parting to allow him deeper access.

“Look at me. No, not here, down there,” he instructed as Anastazia’s gaze went to his face before lowering to where he had his hand between her thighs, his fingers glistening with her juices as he removed them fully between each thrust. “You’re so hot and wet here, Anastazia.” He pressed harder against her throbbing clit as his thrusts became faster. All the time his gaze remained fixed on her face, flushed now, lips slightly parted, her dilated pupils making her eyes appear almost black. “You like this.”

“Yes…”

He sat up to allow his other hand to squeeze and roll one of her nipples between his fingers and thumb. “You like that even more,” he said with satisfaction. Her back arched into the caress while her thighs met the thrust of his fingers. “Answer me.” His voice cracked like a whip in the silence of the bedroom.

“Yes. Oh God, yes, I like that,” she groaned.

“How much?” He squeezed the nipple harder, fingers pumping faster between her thighs.

“Very much.”

“No, don’t touch me,” he ordered as she would have reach up to him. “Keep both your hands on the bed.”

“Oh God…!” Her head began to toss from side to side when he moved his hand to her other nipple and squeezed even harder, almost but not quite to the point of pain.

Alexandre felt the walls of her vagina contracting and gripping his fingers, telling him that she was close, so very close to an orgasm. His fingers curled up inside her, seeking and stroking along that sensitive knot of nerves, time and time again, causing her hot juices to flow copiously over his fingers until she gave a gasp, eyes widening as he gave a twist on her nipple at the exact moment the pulsing gripping and relaxing of the walls of her channel signaled the beginning of her orgasm.

He watched her with hungry eyes as he prolonged and intensified that climax, never allowing Anastazia to quite come down from it before he launched her into another one. Pinching and squeezing her nipples in turn while he continued to stroke the knot of nerves inside her with each deep thrust of his fingers.

“No more, Alexandre,” she finally sobbed, eyes closed, hands at her sides tightly gripping the bedclothes beneath her. “Please…”

Every part of her was oversensitive now. The hard pebbles of her nipples as his fingers brushed against them. Erect and pulsing clit as his fingers captured and squeezed. The slick and swollen lips of her channel. That raw bunch of nerves inside her.

Which was exactly how Alexandre wanted her.

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