My heart beats a powerful tattoo against my ribs. It takes all my will power to hold Lucas’s eye contact.

So far, each time we’ve made love, he’s been the one in charge. He’s set the pace, and I’m fine with that. More than fine actually. After all, I had a lot to learn. But for the past day or two, this little fantasy has been kicking around in the back of my mind, making me blush, even as it intrigues me.

Haunts me.

Taunts me.

Right here, right now, feels like the right time to explore it. Assuming my nerves hold.

Lucas watches me, confusion marring his perfect features. “Your turn?”

There’s no way in Hell that I can put my fantasy into words. I’m not that brave yet. Besides, actions speak louder anyway. Right?

Taking a deep breath that draws Lucas’s attention to my breasts, I stalk towards him, not stopping until there’s about an inch of space between his body and mine. I rise up onto my toes and cover his mouth in mine.

The moment our lips touch, we each fight for dominance. Our tongues clash, our bodies strain. This time I’m not giving in and I’m not afraid to fight dirty if that’s what it takes.

Mimicking actions I’ve learned from him, I reach between us and unfasten his jeans, pushing and clawing at them until they puddle on the ground around his ankles. His briefs follow.

His hands come up to grasp my breast through my thin t-shirt but I pull away and glare at him.

I’m running the show. The sooner he gets the idea, the better.

Comprehension slowly dawns and his hands fall by his side. His eyes blaze with curiosity and desire. Good.

Moving in close again I slowly shove his shirt up his torso, thrilling in the slow reveal of his long lean muscles. Built more like taut, muscular middle-distance runner, Lucas doesn’t have the heavy, buff bodies that so many women fantasize about, but I don’t care. I think he’s hot.

The shirt hits the ground and I take a step back and study my handy work.

Oh. My. God.

He’s never looked more stunning. If I could paint, this is how I’d captured him. With his hair gleaming in the sunlight, shadows chasing across his bare shoulders, and his cock at full mast.

Since I can’t paint and I doubt he’ll agree to a photograph, I commit the image to memory. I’m going to need it to get me through once our marriage contract expires and I leave him and resume my former life.

I shake my head, refusing to let thoughts of the future get me down. For the next six months, I’m going to live in the here and now. And right here, right now, the thing I most want to do is enjoy my prince.

I touch his stomach, letting my hand glide over the shallow hills and valleys created by his muscles. Lucas takes a sharp breath and quivers beneath my touch. Enjoying the reaction, I grow bolder.

My hand glides to his hip, slowly sliding it over it before my fingers brush against his cock.

It jumps in response to my touch, and my pussy spasms in response. I press my thighs together in an attempt to contain my own desire, while I study Lucas’s most impressive feature.

My fingers dance across his shaft, causing Lucas to groan. His legs tremble while I marvel over how something so solid can feel so soft. Steel encased in silk.

I wrap my fingers around it, thrilling as it pulses and grows in direct response to my touch.

Lucas throws his head back. His breath whistles between clenched teeth while his hands clench into fists at his sides. I had no idea I could have this kind of effect on him. The new sense makes me giddy with power and desire.

I massage his cock and think about my next move.

Following my instincts, I drop to my knees and gently wrap my lips around the tip, delighting in the salty taste. Above me, Lucas utters a guttural cry, his fingers tangle in my hair, his nails scrapping at my scalp. He likes this as much as I like his mouth on my clit.

Lucas permits my tongue a few curious swipes, before he collapses to the ground, the movement pulling him free of my mouth as he wrests control away from me.

His mouth covers mine in a soul plundering kiss. I lose count of his arms as he frees me of my clothing, not caring when cloth tears and buttons pop.

He rolls me onto my back, spreads my thighs, and enters me in a single unbroken move.

My body responds to his urgency. I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Pleasure, so intense it borders on pain, builds inside of me. My pussy clenches hard against Lucas, milking him for all it’s worth.

His moans and cries mingle with my own.

With one last powerful thrust that I feel all the way up to my eyeballs, Lucas comes, spilling his very essence into me.

It’s what my body was waiting for, and I shatter, my mind and body exploding into a thousand pieces as Lucas collapses onto me and we ride the last waves of ecstasy together.