Page 77 of Shameless Royalty

He nods, his blue eyes burning. “Yes.”

And fuck—who am I to deny him anything?

I exhale slowly, keeping my forehead against his, making sure he knows he has all the time in the world to change his mind. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, his breath shallow but steady as he stares up at me with those wild, blue eyes.

He’s fucking sure.

Malachi shivers. “Connor—”

“I got you, baby,” I promise, pressing my lips to his jaw, his throat, down to the collar of his sweater. “I got you.”

His lips are soft, hesitant at first, but when I drag my tongue against his bottom lip, he opens up for me, letting me taste him.Letting me take him. I kiss him, slow and deep, letting him feel everything I’m about to give him.

I pull back just enough to tug his sweater and then his shirt over his head, and he lets me, his breath catching as I drink him in.

“Look at you,” I murmur, running my palms over his chest, my thumbs brushing his ribs. All smooth pale skin, faint freckles dusting his collarbones, and the softest little trail of red hair leading down beneath the waistband of his jeans.

I want to worship every inch of him.

His cheeks flush, his hands gripping my biceps like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “You’re staring.”

“Because you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, my fingers tracing down his side, memorizing every dip, every fucking ridge. “My beautiful boy.”

Malachi swallows hard, his eyes flickering with uncertainty like he’s not sure if he believes me. But I’ll prove it to him. I’ll fucking show him.

I run my hands down his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palms. “You okay?”

He nods and bites his bottom lip. “I—I don’t really know what to do.”

His voice is so fucking small, and it does something to me—something dark, something protective, something that makes me want to wreck him and worship him all at once.

“You don’t have to do anythin’,” I say against his lips. “Just let me take care of you.”

His breath stutters, his fingers fisting in the front of my shirt. “Okay.”

That’s all I need.

I press kisses along his collarbone, trailing down to his chest, and the way he gasps when I flick my tongue over his nipple makes my cock twitch. I groan, sucking it into my mouth, lovingthe way his fingers tighten in my hair, his hips shifting like he’s already chasing friction.

He sucks in a breath, his back arching as I tease him, my tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before switching to the other side.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur against his skin, dragging my teeth along his ribs as I move lower.

He nods, his breath catching. “Yeah.”

I smirk against his stomach, my hands tracing his sides as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “Gonna let me take these off?”

His hips lift in silent permission, his cheeks burning, but he doesn’t look away. I pop the button, drag the zipper down, and peel them off along with his boxers, freeing him completely, and groan at the sight of him.

Flushed and leaking, his cock twitches under my gaze. I stroke him slowly, watching the way his body jerks, the way his lips part on a broken little moan.

“Fuck, look at this pretty cock,” I groan, swiping my thumb over the tip. “Dyin’ to have you in my mouth again, baby.”

“Connor,” he breathes, his fingers tangling in the sheets. “Please.”

I grin, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his hip, my hand working him in slow, teasing strokes. “Please what, Babyface?”

His breath hitches, and he glares at me through heavy lashes. “Please stop teasing me.”

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