Chapter 139

“Danika!” His voice broke, but her touch had the inevitable effect on his reserve. She felt him tremble against her, heard his tortured breathing as he attacked her with his mouth.

With each tug of his lips, she felt it in between her legs. She was so wet; her core was liquid. What he was doing to her had her teetering on the edge of climax without falling over. The movements of her soft hands increased jerkily, and she melted into him completely, giving herself up to him without holding back.

When he convulsed, crying out in ecstasy, she forced herself to look at him. It was incredible, watching him come apart in her arms like that.

King Lucien pulsed in her grasp, helpless, blind, deaf, to anything but the fierce pleasure that was coursing through him. He pulled his mouth from her red nipple and lifted his head, then devoured her mouth. He kissed her with fervor, his lips hard and fast against hers; he took her breath away. When the last jet of his release spilled