Page 60 of A Royal Deception

“Stop thinking,” he said firmly. “I can see the wheels turning inside your head.”

“Make me,” I challenged.

With a laugh, he crawled up the length of my body and pressed his hardness against my wet, waiting centre. He rubbed the head of his erection against my core over my panties, and I moaned at the sensations that shot through me.

I pulled myself into a sit-up and reached for him as I wound my legs around his hips in welcome. This time, it was I who kissed him, sucking on his tongue hard as I clutched his shoulders and tried to get even closer to him.

Ranvijay pushed my bra straps down and exposed my breasts to his burning gaze. Again, I wanted to cover myself with myhands, but he stroked me with the head of his cock, and my hips opened a little wider.

He bent and sucked on my nipple until I arched my back even more. That brought my core flat against his hardness, and I ground my hips against him until I was shaking and sobbing with desire, and I knew I was very close to the edge. But just as I thought I was about to come apart, he pushed me down on the bed, denying me the release I craved.

I moaned in complaint, but Ranvijay leaned over to grab a condom from the bedside table. In one swift movement, he ripped my panties off, and there was nothing between us anymore.

“You’re ready for me,” he murmured, slipping a finger into my wetness. I grabbed it with my inner muscles, willing him to go on, but the bastard pulled his finger away. He slipped the condom on deftly and slid home in one slow, smooth thrust.

I pushed my hips even wider, trying to take him in even deeper until he was buried in me to the hilt. I couldn’t breathe from the fullness even though I was sopping wet.

“Need a minute?” he asked through gritted teeth, holding himself very still.

In response, I raised my hips just a little bit and squeezed him with my inner muscles. He groaned and dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder as he gripped my hands tightly over my head.

“You’re a witch,” he murmured in my ear, and in retaliation, I moved my hips in a tight little corkscrew.

That was all it took to set him off. Ranvijay slammed into me with deep, slow thrusts that took my breath away, and I began to come apart around him. My inner muscles milked him hard as I shook and trembled and shuddered through my orgasm. I could feel my uterus cramping with the force of my climax, but Ranvijay kept going until the tremors subsided.

I went limp against the pillow, and he paused to change the angle of his thrusts. To my surprise, I began to feel the tingles of another orgasm approaching, and this one took me completely by surprise. I came against him even harder and let out a loud cry as I went over the edge. I was barely aware of him shuddering against me and coming with a guttural cry that echoed mine.

I lay there, too stunned to speak and too weak to move, until he dragged himself off me and rolled me over to the side to face him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, studying my face carefully.

I gave him a weak smile and a nod, which was answer enough.

He kissed me tenderly before he got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet cloth and helped me clean up before he spooned me under the covers. And all I could think about was that we had used a condom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Umm, why did you use a condom? I thought you wanted an heir,” I said hesitantly.

“Yes, but I want us to get to know each other first. There’s no rush, Shivina.”

I felt a wave of relief rush through me. I’d been feeling an unnamed dread at consummating this marriage because I was worried it would feel more like a baby-making endeavour than making love. Ranvijay had made sure it didn’t feel that way.

I curled up in his arms and closed my eyes for just a minute. But the events of the night had tired me out, and I fell asleep instantly. It was early morning when I woke, and Ranvijay was already up and dressed in workout clothes.

He kissed me awake gently, and my eyelids struggled to flutter open.

“I’m heading to the gym, Shivina,” he whispered.

“I want to come too,” I murmured sleepily.

“Rest now. I’ll have the trainer call you to set up a schedule when you’re ready. Take some time off to enjoy the palace if you like.”

I mumbled something in reply and fell asleep again.

When I woke next, it was to the sound of birds chirping outside my window and the smell of masala chai wafting towards me from a tray on my bedside table.

Someone had drawn the curtains and left me to wake up on my own. I was thankful for the privacy when I realised that I wasn’t wearing anything under the covers. I swore to make sure I always put my clothes on before I fell asleep from now on because the staff had complete access to our bedroom. I’d die if Sannata Mausi saw me like this, and God help me if Zarna walked into the room. She’d never let me live it down.

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