Page 39 of Royal Rebel

Her lips go to work on my neck, sucking, kissing, biting at whatever flesh she can get hold of. With trembling hands, I work the fabric of her dress up from the back, holding it around her waist with one hand. With the other hand, I sneak a finger into her pussy from behind, groaning against her shoulder at the moisture coating my skin.

“Lia, you’re so wet.”

She moans against my neck, working around to my throat. Her mouth sucks hard, her tip nips sharply as she lets go of the skin. It’s sexy as hell when she’s in control of the situation. “It’s because you’re so hot.”

Now, I’m a man on a mission. I want to feel her come apart against me, I ache to have to quieten her moans of completion against my flesh. From behind I start a rhythm ofmoving my middle finger in and out of her body, tapping against her clit on the way in.

“Right there,” she breathes against me. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

An army would have to tear me away from her. There’s something about her coming completely apart in my arms. It makes me feel like the baddest bastard on the block.

“Faster?” I whisper as I feel her hips start to thrust quicker.

“Yeah.” She nips at my neck again. Her voice whining as she’s striving toward what she wants.

“Yeah?”

She nods, her fingers tightening against my shoulders. I continue my rhythm until I feel her body start to tighten. Then I pull my finger out, grasping her around the hips. Turning to the side, I lay her down on the leather of the seat, getting up on my knees, and burying my head between her thighs.

“Tris,” she gasps.

Tangling one of her hands with mine, I use her hand to cover her mouth. “Silence, my queen,” I command.

Moving the lace hiding her mound from me, I dive in, using the tip of my tongue to tease her flesh. Her moans are barely hidden against the palm of her hand as I press harder, using one of my fingers to rub against her clit while my tongue bathes her slit. Not able to stand it any longer, I reach down, unbuttoning my pants, fishing my cock out from behind the material of my boxer briefs. As I go down on her, I jack myself. Relishing the feel of relief. I’ve been hard too long without pleasure and damned if this doesn’t feel like a whole lot of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I mumble against her flesh.

I’m leaking, totally wet against the leather of the seat, and it feels good as I bump my hips back and forth, needing some sort of touch against my length. Her thighs tighten around my head and she grabs my hair with her free hand, pulling it deeper and tighter against her. My ears are ringing, not sure of what’s going on around us, all I can do is experience my soon-to-be wife. Her taste, smell, the feel of her skin against mine.

My name is muffled against her palm, and I can tell by the way she’s pumping up against me, she’s close. Her body is pulled tight, she’s straining, going after what she wants. I love this moment when she’s almost there, and not afraid to be the one to orchestrate what she needs.

Pulling back, I look up into her eyes. “Come for me, I want to feel it, want to hear it as much as I can. Come for me.”

Her eyes darken before she tilts her head back, giving me complete control over her. For long minutes I feast, fucking refill my well with her. All the shit bothering me over the past few weeks goes away as I’m licking up and down her clit, as I’m feeling her pull against my hair. It’s a cleansing of all the shit I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

Knowing she’s close, I jack my cock harder, faster, and rougher. There’s no finesse, no being gentle. No, I like the roughness I’m handling my flesh with. There’s no time for soft touches and even softer words. I want to come. When she blows, I want to blow too. It’s been too long. There are no words as we strain against one another, each of us going after our pleasure.

I’m the luckiest man in the world, who would have thought an arranged relationship would have this much passion in it? I’ve never had this much passion with anyone,and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her.

Her thighs tighten even harder against my head, her whole body tightening as I feel her release. She’s moaning against her hand, and later on, I’ll be surprised if the two up front don’t hear it. At the same time, I’m feeling a tightening in my spine, a euphoria in my head. Lifting up on my knees, I pull my boxer briefs in front of my cock just in time for the material to catch my load.

“Tris,” she purrs as she watches this, her hand coming to the front, touching me through the material. Just the touch alone is enough to coax another spurt from my length.

I’m gasping like I just ran a marathon, and so is she.

“We need a bed.” She giggles.

“And a shower.” I chuckle along with her.

“This isn’t over?”

I reach up to her mouth, tracing the one I had inside her around her lips. She opens, sucking me inside, twirling her tongue around. “Nope,” I groan as she nips at the skin. “Not by a long shot.”

CHAPTER 23

AMELIA

Tristan breathes heavily, humming loudly. “We’re almost back to the house, we better prepare to get presentable.”

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