Free Daughters of Lyra: Heart of a Prince by Felicity Heaton

remaining shred of sense as it begged him to touch her. He
pinned her to the wall with his hips, thrusting hard against her.
Unable to bear the wait, she kissed his neck and caressed his
cheek, matching the fervour of his actions. Desire consumed her
until she could only think of acting upon her attraction to him and
having him inside her.

    He moaned hotly in her ear
when she wrapped her legs around him and he covered one of her
breasts with his hand. He squeezed and groaned again. She arched
into his touch, pleading him to feel her, to strip her and take
her. It was insane but she didn’t care. The moment she had set eyes
on him, she had wanted him. There was no denying her attraction to
him now. He had to feel something too. The way he had looked at
her, the way he had held her hand, this couldn’t be one sided. He
had to feel something more than desire. Just as she did.

    She went to open his suit
but stopped herself.

    “ What’s wrong?”
he whispered against her neck, his breath warm now and
tickling.

    “ You’ll get
cold.” It wasn’t the only reason she was stopping. What she was
planning to do with him in this dark recess really was insane. This
wasn’t the time to be acting on her desires for him. Yet the danger
of being caught only added to the thrill, only made her want it
even more. She wanted him. She had to have him. Her fingers toyed
with his suit as she memorised the feel of his body against hers
and the way his hands gripped her tightly.

    Tres tensed against her
and then lowered her to the ground. There was a look in his eyes
that said that he didn’t care if he got cold as he opened his suit.
Her eyes widened as he revealed a white muscular torso and then she
swallowed as he reached his groin. Her own throbbed when he pulled
his erection free of the tight material and she reached out without
hesitation to touch it. He flung his head back and hissed through
clenched teeth when she ran a hand down the length of him, stroking
the soft skin. He was so hard. The feel of him sent a warm rush
through her and she wriggled her hips, feeling the slide of arousal
in her underwear.

    In the name of Iskara, she
had never wanted anything more than she wanted him.

    Impulse won again. She
truly was a daughter of Lyra. She wanted Tres and she was damn well
going to have him.

    She stifled a giggle when
he lunged at her, making fast work of her shirt and trousers.
Before she could tell him to slow down, he had pulled her boots and
trousers off, along with underwear, and was against her again. He
palmed her breasts as his length thrust against her belly. She
melted into the wall behind her and closed her eyes, surrendering
to him. This was insane, but it felt so right.

    His hand skimmed over her
flat stomach to the nest of dark curls that covered her mound. Her
hands tensed against the wall when he slid one finger between her
slick folds. He groaned and she looked at him, watching the
fascination flicker across his dimly lit face as he stared down at
his hand. Reaching out, she took hold of his length again and his
lips parted.

    “ Renie,” he
whispered urgently and she felt he wanted to say something. He
closed his mouth and moaned instead. The way he reacted to her
touch was incredible. The slightest caress had him trembling. She
could feel his hands shaking against her. He bit his lip and then
took hold of her hand, stopping her. “I... this is all...
new.”

    New?

    Her eyes widened. New. As
in, he had never done this before. She moved her hand against him
again, regardless of his attempt to stop her. Everyone had a first
time. At least his would be memorable and hopefully not his only
time with her. She didn’t want this to be a one-moment thing, she
wanted so much more.

    No wonder he reacted so
strongly to her touch. This was definitely the something else she
had sensed earlier.

    She felt as though she
should say something but couldn’t think so she grabbed his
shoulders, pulled him up against