Page 45 of Royally Arranged

“You’re on edge,” he said, the words dancing over my clit. Another lick; another part of my brain collapsing. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, huh? Since you woke up?”

“Since last night,” I whispered.

He stared up at me. Then he bent forward, grinding his nose on my clitoris, his tongue flat as it swept through my swollen labia. He ate me out, his strength all that kept me standing. Without his muscles clamping my thighs, I would have toppled into the grass.

His tongue wagged faster, eagerly lapping every drop of my juice. Glancing down, I saw it clinging all over his cheeks. Awestruck, I covered my mouth. The sight was so fucking filthy. It would be burned into my memory until my bones became dust.

“I can’t wait,” he said. “Not anymore.” He scooped me up from where he was, pressing me into the cool ground. I saw the vines above—a single white rose dangling there, half-bloomed.

Kissing me, he shifted around, reaching into the back pocket of his pants. I saw the foil square; a condom. Meeting my uncertain stare, he pulled back, sitting over me. “Listen,” he said, working at his tie. It fell away in a coil of silver. “I know everyone expects us to have a baby. But I’m not ready to jump into that, not yet.” He faltered, trying to read my face. “Is that okay?”

Reaching out, I plucked the condom up. “They want us to give them an heir, but no one can make us do that before we’re ready.”

The relief that washed through his smile tugged at my heartstrings. He sat on his heels, going for his belt. “Wait,” I said. “I ... want to see you without your shirt on. Please.”

His lips dipped down, then rebounded into a sharp grin. “Please?Oh, sugar, you don’t have to beg for that.” His deft fingertips cut through the buttons of his cream-colored shirt. His muscles bulged, eager to be free.

Beneath the cloth I got my first eyeful of Hawthorne’s bare chest. He was a masterpiece, smoky ink covering him from his neck all the way down until it vanished into his pants. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.

My attention went to the crown on his ribs. It was the emblem of his royal heritage. That crown was embroidered on every banner, every guard uniform, and every servant’s outfit. I’d seen it swinging off ships’ masts since I was tiny and visiting my aunt for the first time.

But I’d never seen it on a real person.

Shaking through my fingertips, I softly brushed that tattoo among the rest. It was the only spot of color on his whole body.

Unzipping himself, he motioned for the condom. I gave it to him, fascinated—flushed—by the sight of him gliding it over his engorged cock. I’d had him bare; somehow the latex added a layer of taboo to our sex.

“Look at me,” he said, laying his weight over my body. “Watch my face. I want to see every eyelash of yours sway as I fuck you into oblivion.”

He pressed the head of his cock against my seam. If he wanted a response from me, he didn’t wait for one. The first thrust dragged along my flexing inner walls. My nails buried in the dirt, my cheek tearing grass up from how my head tossed.

“Oh!” I moaned, a ripple running through me when Thorne slid fully into place. My ears were ringing; distantly I heard seabirds, which seemed impossible in the garden. Was I losing my mind from pleasure? Was it the weight of him on my chest, keeping my lungs from doing their job?

He leaned forward, holding my hips to move me how he wanted. Withdrawing with the patience of a saint, he lingered with just the head of his cock inside of me. He pistoned forward, his hard muscles grinding over my sensitive nipples. The sensation was maddening. I was becoming delirious, wanting nothing more than to chase the orgasm that he’d built in me while eating me out.

Reaching between us, he kissed my temple, then my mouth. Agile fingers found my clit, strumming it as he maintained his pace. “Talk to me,” he demanded. “I want to know how this feels.”

“Wonderful!” I cried out, rewarded by a hot tingle because I’d done as he’d commanded me to. “It’s amazing, Thorne! Please, let me come, I need to come so badly!”

He chuckled darkly along my jaw. “I know you do.”

He was teasing me, but with every shift of his prick inside of me, I sensed his composure slipping. It started small, a bit of yarn dangling in the air. Then it snagged on something solid—something shaped like me. I was making this man come undone.

His breath turned ragged in my ears. One hand petted my clit, the other hooked my knee, spreading me open to him, keeping nothing from his reach.

The pressure in my center expanded. I was going to be crushed by the weight of my own slick need. “Your pussy is burning up,” he said. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Swooning, I closed my eyes—his hand spanked my hip. Shocked, I stared at his serious, thunderstorm eyes. “I said not to look away. Watch me while I make you come, Nova.”

His cock jerked, I was sandwiched between pleasure and pain. Between wanting to obey, and my body desperately trying to shut down so my orgasm could consume me freely.

I was hovering on the edge. So close, right fucking there. “Come,” he growled, clutching my cheeks, daring me to break our eye lock. But I didn’t. I’d never let him down.

“Ah!” I squealed, my body one big knot. I milked him, tingles rocking from behind my eyes, flowing into him, both of us shuddering in bliss. He looked away before I did, teeth flashing in a snarl as he came. I was still coming as he finished, the warmth, the swell of his body making me think the condom wouldn’t be enough.

Linked together, we relaxed into each other’s nooks and crannies. The grass under me wasn’t cool anymore. Nothing around me was.

Wincing, Thorne braced himself, pulling free so he could dispose of the used condom. He wrapped it in the foil and put it in his pocket to throw out later. Being so empty so suddenly left me carved out and wanting. I hated it; it was a relief when he returned to kiss me, his arms winding around my waist. “I have to know,” he said, his fingers clinging to the hair at my nape possessively. “How do I stack up against other guys? Better oramazinglybetter?”

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