He made a soft, low sound like rolling thunder against her breast when his fingers found her wet and wanting, one teasing at her entrance before it slipped upward to the electrified bundle of nerves at its apex and applied gentle pressure. He dallied there, urged by the sensation of her small hand upon his knuckles, onyx eyes half lidded as they lifted to watch the reaction on her face.
He grimaced and finally ceased his administrations to capture the wrist working its tortuous rhythm along his length. He boasted an impressive amount of self control, but it was wearing thin, and he'd be damned if he came in her hand like some kind of amateur.
Oh no. Not you. You're quite experienced, aren't you my prince?
His rugged breathing actually stopped for a beat, and he stared down into Violeta's face, his brow creasing as a strange, unreadable look temporarily shadowed his visage. But again, for the second time, he pushed it down, recovering himself enough to plant a bruising, ravenous kiss against her mouth and return his hand between her legs with renewed vigor.