Page 4 of Royal Hunt
One of his hands stroked my braids reverently as if fascinated by their intricate design. He didn’t ask about them though. He merely twined his fingers around them and pulled me down further.
“Everyone has to know,” I said quietly, wanting to make sure he understood what I was going for.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, everyone will know.”
Good. Exactly what I wanted. I think. Wait.
“Is that a yes, princess?” he whispered.
I tangled a hand in his black curls and crashed my lips to his.
He responded instantly, devouring my mouth as his tongue was everywhere inside me, stroking and thrusting. The slightly sour taste of him was gone quickly, and left instead was a hot, spicy tang that demanded my attention. His arms hooked around my neck and pressed me closer to him, his hips thrusting up against mine. His need was apparent as it stabbed against my core, insistent.
The man kept me pinned to him with one arm, and the other snuck around my neck and yanked hard on my braids, forcing my head back and breaking our kiss. My neck was bared to him, and he attacked it like a savage beast, kissing and nipping my throat.
I should have been shocked. I should have pulled away. Instead, I moaned.
With a grunt he forced himself into a sitting position, settling me into his lap.
What the fuck was I doing?
I knew this was my plan, but I hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much! He bit down on my shoulder, and the groan that left me startled both of us. He nosed the hollow of my throat and nipped my earlobe.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he teased me.
My hands tightened in his hair in response, and I pulled. Hard.
He growled, flipping me so I was wedged up against the steps. The hard stone cut into my back, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care as he undid the button down the front of my chest, and bared my breasts to the cool night air. The sensation didn’t last long as he covered one breast with his hand, and the other with his mouth.
I gasped as he rolled one nipple between his fingers, alternating between squeezing and pinching. His tongue swirled around the other one, and I bucked against him, trapped and needing to move somehow, but unable since he had me pinned.
“As you wish,” was his deep reply, tinged with amusement.
His hand disappeared, but I couldn’t be bothered with that. I was too focused on what his tongue and teeth were doing, dragging the hardened peak of my nipple between his mouth and wringing the most glorious sensations from me. I barely noticed as the night chill washed over my legs.
He frowned. “Breeches? We can’t have that.”
With suspicious skill, he tugged them down my hips and legs, and threw them over his shoulder. Free of any covering underneath my dress, he traced a chilly path up my calves and thigh toward my center.
My mouth opened to choke out a protest, tracking where my breeches went.
I should stop him.
His mouth covered mine, muting any arguments I had. The moment I relaxed into him, one finger ghosted toward the apex of my thighs, teasing my entrance.
He inhaled sharply at my wetness, sucking the breath out of my mouth. His finger touched me slowly, languidly, and I had to give him credit; he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t the same at all as Gregory, who’d never been interested in much beyond dipping his own wick as quickly as possible.
This man made a point to slowly—torturously—glide his finger in and out of my core. It was hard to focus past the pounding of my heart and the demand of my arousal. Though it felt heavenly, I didn’t want him to take his time. I needed him to lose control—to lose sense of where he was and draw a crowd with how loud we were being.
I thrust against his finger, wrenching my mouth from his and biting down on his neck. He grunted, then groaned loudly.Yes.That was it.
He added another finger and thrust harder. I gasped.Well played.
My hands left his scalp and went south, and I boldly grabbed him between his legs. He made an odd choking sound, and my lips curled into a grin. Men were simple, weren’t they?
“Take me against the balcony,” I whispered into his ear.
He shook his head and withdrew his fingers from me. I frowned, not understanding. His hands wrapped around my waist again, and rolled us one more time so I was on top of him.
