Page 59 of A Royal Deception

Shivina was standing by the edge of the terrace, staring at the city that was lit up below us.

“It looks so magical at night,” she murmured, accepting a glass of champagne.

I watched her sip the champagne slowly and wrinkle her nose when the bubbles tickled it. She wore a simple yellow and white leheriya kurta, and the colours made her skin glow in the moonlight. I set my glass on the parapet and moved closer because I just had to touch her.

I barely knew the woman I had married, but I did know that the world felt like a better place when she was in my arms. She trembled when I reached out for her, and her champagne splashed over her hand. I plucked the glass from her hand and set it away before she dropped it.

“Scared?” I asked softly.

She shook her head in reply.

“Starving,” she said just as softly.

I turned my head to indicate the plates on the swing, and she shook her head again.

“Starving for you,” she whispered.

CHAPTER 22

SHIVINA

Ihad never made the moves on a man before. And I didn’t know what made me say something so blatant to Ranvijay. I still flushed when I thought of his name, but I had been practising in front of the mirror all evening, and I knew I was getting better.

All I knew was that I had been waiting impatiently for him to return. I had vacillated between ‘it must have been something important for him to leave his new wife’ and ‘my husband’s work mattered more to him than his wife’ until I drove myself batty. I hadn’t missed the disapproving look on Rani Ma’s face when I told her he’d left with the Yuvaraj of Jadhwal, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask where he’d gone. I had to trust that he’d tell me if I needed to know.

And when he did return, instead of allowing him to eat his dinner like a good wife, I was pushing for more. Thankfully, he seemed to want it just as much as I did.

His eyes darkened at my words, and he stared at me intently.

“Are you sure?” he murmured.

I nodded breathlessly. Ranvijay bent and picked me up before I realised what was happening and carried me back into our bedroom, our dinner forgotten on the swing.

He set me down gently and kissed me. First softly, and then harder, until I forgot my own name. From one breath to the next, we devoured each other with hot, wet kisses. I ran my hand through his hair, and he ran his hands gently upwards from my waist to the sides of my breasts. I melted at the warm, firm touch which trailed molten fire through my whole body.

Ranvijay reached down and pulled my kurta off over my head, and I fought the urge to cover myself. With a grin, I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it off. And almost swallowed my tongue at the sight of his perfectly sculpted chest.

He groaned softly, and I looked up in surprise.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said gruffly.

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

I sucked in a sharp breath at his words.

“That sounds promising,” I teased before I reached out and raked my nails over his chest, trailing my fingers over the skin, enjoying the way his nipples beaded tightly. I could feel mine doing the same in response.

Then, I couldn’t hold out any longer and did what I had been aching to do since I set eyes on him the first time. I leaned forward and licked that delectable chest. It surprised a huff out of my husband, and he gripped my hips hard as I began to nibble my way across his broad shoulders. His hands slid up and cupped my breasts gently. He flicked his fingers across my nipples, and I let out a soft gasp as his action sent sparks shooting down to my core.

Ranvijay turned me around to face the mirror, and I shuddered at the sight of my bare skin against his. He cuppedmy breasts again, harder this time, squeezing and moulding them until I was shaking with need. He ran his hands all over me, stroking me, learning all the curves and dips of my body, reducing me to a fiery ball of desire.

He nipped the tender skin of my shoulders and sucked on it until it left a mark, repeating the process on the underside of my arm. I was shuddering in response, raking my nails down the sides of his thighs. Ranvijay walked me towards the bed, and I fell forward to land on the soft mattress on my stomach. He covered me with his body and licked and nibbled a soft line down my spine, making me shriek with desire.

I clawed the bedsheets until I could take it no more and pushed him off so I could roll over. My husband stared at me with a feral grin, and I opened my arms for him. He shucked off his pants before he came to me, and my eyes widened at the size of him. He was huge, and I was sure he wouldn’t fit in me completely, but I wanted every delicious-looking inch inside me.

I threw off my salwar and lay there in my serviceable cotton bra and panties, wondering how such a man could ever find me attractive.

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