Page 11 of Royal Beast
I slide my hand over his chest, feeling the hard planes beneath his shirt. He’s broad, pure muscle, sculpted like anOlympic athlete. As his mouth moves deeper with every kiss, his body presses harder into mine.
After fighting against this for so long, it feels good to give in. Kellan’s stormy blue eyes find mine when he pulls away for a breath, and I see them darken as he bends down.
“Darcy,” he whispers, voice low and rough in my ear, “tell me what you want.”
My heart clenches in my chest, a knot of longing catching inside me. I don’t know why I pushed him away, acted like I didn’t need him. I’ve always needed Kellan. And tonight, I’m not letting him go anywhere.
“You,” I finally breathe out.
Kellan’s arms flex and he picks me up by my waist, placing the two of us against the wall.
Gasping his name, I attack his neck with kisses, sucking a wet mark into his skin. Kellan’s answering moans are low and guttural, his hips grinding into mine, the evidence of his arousal pressing against my core.
“I want you, Darcy,” Kellan pants out. “I need you. Please, let me taste you.”
“Oh, God, please,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back as he holds me up. “Please taste me, touch me. I want to feel you!”
Kellan carries me to the bed, gently lowering me as he keeps his eyes on mine. He kneels over me, lavishing wet kisses along my neck and shoulders as he pulls at the skirt of my dress, pushing it down past my waist.
Our mouths find each other again after he tugs at the hem of my peasant top, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the side. I’m leaning back on my hands, watching him as he takes in the sight of me in my lacy blue bra, his pupils blown wide, hands trembling as he reaches out to trace along the frilly edge.
“May I?” he asks. I nod, and he pushes the fabric aside, pulling one breast out then tonguing over the nipple until it hardens into a stiff peak. I arc my back, pulling his head against me as my core throbs, need coursing through my veins.
That one night with Kellan was a thousand times better than any other relationship or fling I’ve had since, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for four years.
Now here I am, in his arms again, and it’s even better than I remember. Kellan’s teeth scrape over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers glide down my legs, kneading the flesh. His hands skirt over my panties and he pushes between my thighs, spreading them as he shifts to kneel between them.
He glances up at me, eyes half-lidded as he nuzzles my breast. “God, you’re so sexy, so beautiful. I’ve dreamed about this body for so long,” he murmurs, moving his hands up my thighs slowly. My cheeks burn, his words making me dizzy and warm all over.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my throat dry as I feel his fingers trace the line of my lace panties.
“You have to know how much I wanted you, Darcy,” Kellan murmurs. “That I never stopped wanting you. And now that I have the chance to make you mine, I’m not letting you go so easily.”
My body thrums with anticipation as his mouth leaves a trail of wet kisses over my breasts, down my belly, and then to my thighs, teasing but never quite getting to where I want him most. He draws little patterns on my skin with his tongue, leaving me trembling, desire filling my brain until all that’s left are thoughts of how much I want him, how much Ineedhim.
“Kellan, please!” I whisper harshly, tugging at his curls. “Now!”
He looks up, mouth twisting into a wry grin before he slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulls themdown, kissing his way up to my core. His tongue suddenly darts out, lapping over my clit with slow, deliberate strokes that have me crying out into the pillow.
His tongue continues to slowly work me over as he takes his time, savoring my taste. My fingers twist into the sheets, gripping them tightly as he slides his tongue into my entrance, curling up as it thrusts in and out.
Head falling back, I squeeze my eyes shut, my arousal amplified with every swirl of his tongue in my innermost spot. His teeth graze gently over my bud, and I gasp, the sensation traveling up my spine. My fingers clutch the bedsheets so hard they begin to feel numb, but I ignore it, focusing only on how good I feel and how much I want more.
My thighs clamp together, holding him in place as his tongue travels up to flick over my clit once more, sucking it between his lips. Stubble scrapes against my folds, and I moan deep in my throat, electricity pulsating through every nerve ending.
A wordless cry escapes me as he sucks harder. His hands shoot out, gripping my hips so I can’t move. I’m trapped in place as he continues his relentless torment of my pussy, waves of pleasure climbing higher and higher with each pass of his tongue.
Every nerve ending is on fire, the coil tightening inside me until it finally snaps and I shove my fist in my mouth, coming with a muffled cry.
Kellan continues to lick at my wet folds, relentlessly working me through the aftershocks until my thighs are quaking and I’m completely overstimulated, a second wave crashing into me out of nowhere.
When he pulls away, I reach out for him, whimpering as he leans back on his heels. His eyes find mine, amusement in them.
“Not going anywhere, darlin’,” he promises. “Now that I’ve got you good and wet, I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy until you forget your own name.”
The promise travels through my body, leaving me aching and ready to go again, despite the two recent orgasms. “Oh, God, please,” I beg. “I need it, please!”
As soon as he sheds his clothes, he leans over me, lining himself up at my entrance as he slowly pushes inside, sheathing himself in my tight walls.
