Free The Playful Prince by Michelle M. Pillow Page A

longing.
    “Quinn, please,” she begged, moving to stand. He pushed her back down. His fingers finally dipped between her thighs, causing her to cry out. Stroking along her soaked opening, he teased the sensitive bud he found buried in her silken folds. Then, easing a finger inside, he tested her depths, stroking firmly in a slow rhythm as she thrust herself onto his hand. She was hot, ready, nearly screaming with the agony of need.
    Quinn moved his body behind her, letting her feel that he’d stripped off his clothes. The heavy length of his erection pressed into her tender skin as his hands wrapped around to grab her sensitive breasts in his palms. She was a passionate woman, more so than he’d ever imagined. Her responses were pure, natural, and primitive. She was confident in her body’s reaction to him and it spurred him into a mindless web of wonder.
    Edging next to her, he lightly stroked his shaft along her opening, letting her get used to the feel. To his surprise, her hips bucked back, forcing him to dip inside the rim of her body. That one feel was more than he could take. He pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt. Her muscles stretched around him, clamping down so hard he nearly lost himself.
    “Ah,” Tori cried out. Her fingers worked the couch. “Oh, Quinn, oh, yes, baby, yes.”
    Her hips moved, as she tried to get him to thrust. He instantly obeyed, drawing his hips back and forth as he moved within her. A tension built in her thighs, warming its way into her blood until she was screaming for release. At her cries, he only moved faster until he had her hips in his hands and was pounding so hard the slapping of their bodies echoed around them.
    Quinn grunted. Tori screamed. Their hips rocked faster and harder, seeking the release they both desperately needed.
    The tension built, nearly tearing Tori apart as she sought to end it. Then, suddenly, with a high-pitched yell, she began to tremble. Her body felt as if it fell off a cliff. Her limbs weakened and her muscles clamped tightly around him.
    Quinn’s soft shout of pleasure followed hers. He stiffened behind her and his body released heavily into her, milked by the clenching and unclenching of her feminine muscles. They held frozen, unable to move for a long time. Then, falling against her back, he sighed and began to caress her gently.
    Tori stood, turning to wrap her arms around his neck. A small sound of contentment hummed past her lips. Quinn swooped down, capturing her lips as he kissed her breath away. Then pulling back, he grinned wickedly.
    “What is your first name Dr. Elliot? I’ve been listening for it all night.”
    Tori laughed. A low growl sounded from him, making her knees weak and her heart palpitate. “Tori. It’s Tori.”
    “Well, Tori,” Quinn said, leaning forward to lick playfully at her mouth. He swept her up into his strong arms, tossing her into the air before catching her. She squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s move this to the bed. I want to play.”
    Tori giggled, feeling strangely carefree in his arms. Quinn bent to kiss her as he made his way across the room with tiny steps, his pants dragging around his ankles behind them.

Chapter Five
    The next morning, Quinn was grinning like a fool before he awoke. Tori had been a little wildcat, and he could honestly say he was drained. Never had he had a lover who could keep up with and maybe even surpass him with her need. Oh, and was she a vixen! The things she could do with her mouth he’d only dreamt about. Thinking about it, he moaned. As his shaft rose to the memory of her lips on him, he knew that he’d been wrong. He was almost drained, almost.
    She was adventurous too, allowing him to bend her however he wished without protest. They’d both been too eager to stop and play bed games, but he was sure she’d readily agree to them. With that in mind, his hand slid next to him on the silk sheets of the bed, reaching for