Royals: Claimed By The Prince. Penny Jordan

he fought his way out of his shirt and flung it away.

      ‘You’re beautiful,’ she breathed, unable to take her greedy stare off his tautly muscled, gleaming torso.

      Kamel swallowed. He wanted her badly. At that moment he could not think of anything he had wanted more.

      ‘I’ve wanted to be inside you since the moment I saw you.’ He pushed against her, letting her share the relentless ache in his groin.

      ‘I want that too.’ Delighting in the discovery of an inherent sensuality, she parted her thighs.

      Responding to the silent invitation with a fierce groan, he came over her and settled between her legs. She had expected to tense at that final point of no return, but she relaxed. It was easy, not so painful as she’d imagined—and then as her body tightened around him she felt her blood tingle and squeezed her eyelids tight, just focusing on all the things that were happening inside and Kamel filling her so wonderfully, Kamel moving, pushing her somewhere...

      Then just as the itch got too intense to bear, she found out where she was going and let go. She heard Kamel cry out, felt the flood of his release and wrapped her legs around him, afraid that she’d be washed away, lost.

      She wasn’t. She finished up where she’d started, under Kamel.

      * * *

      Some time later she did recover the power of speech but she couldn’t do full sentences.

      ‘Wow!’ she said, staring at the ceiling. Beside her, his chest heaving, Kamel was doing the same.

      He turned his head. ‘For a first effort, I have to say you show promise.’

      This time he did not prevent her lobbing the pillow at his head, but in the subsequent tussle it ended on the floor and they ended up in a tangle of limbs.