Page 12 of Royal Beast
“Fuck, Darcy,” he curses softly. “Your pussy is so tight. You’re so hot, so tight just for me, aren’t you?”
His cock is just as big as I remember, filling me up so much that I feel like I might explode. But as he begins to thrust in and out I adjust, the feel is less intense. Still, I can’t get enough and I yank his face down to mine, mashing our lips together as we fuck each other.
The way he moves has me wanting it to last forever, craving the liquid pleasure that swims through me.
“Kellan,” I groan out his name. “Oh, Kellan.”
“Say it again,” he orders, hips picking up speed. “Don’t stop.”
“Kellan,” I repeat in a whisper. I chant his name in between kisses, running my fingers over the broad expanse of his back. He’s slick with sweat, and I inhale deeply, savoring his musky scent. Primal instinct takes over and he growls, gripping me tightly as he snaps his hips into mine, thrusting as deep as he can get.
“Darcy,” he whispers back. “Fuckin’ Christ, Darcy. Like that, darlin’. Just like that.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, emboldened by his passion. “You like how my pussy squeezes around you so tightly?”
“Oh, God,” he groans and his hands shoot up, gripping my face to bring our mouths together. They stay fused, his tonguethrusting in the same pattern as his cock, both of them leaving me breathless.
I don’t know if I’m going to last much longer. I feel the third orgasm creeping up as he starts to pound into me, hands moving back down to grip my hips hard enough to bruise. It only elevates the pleasure, though, liquid heat flooding through me from head to toe.
Kellan’s hips stutter to a stop before he thrusts deep inside once more, holding me still as he releases his load into my overstimulated pussy.
“Fuck.” He pulls out, collapsing next to me as we breathe in and out together, our racing heartbeats slowly returning to normal. “Can’t believe I stayed away so long,” he says, pulling me into his chest.
I allow myself this moment, closing my eyes as the whirlwind events of the day catch up to me. Exhaustion creeps in, and I feel myself falling asleep as we lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy.
Morning rays filterthrough the blinds, and I yawn, stretching as I come back to myself. As I turn away from the sun, I roll over, curling into the empty spot next to me, which is still warm.
My eyes fly open, the events of last night flooding back. A mix of guilt and shame has me pressing my hand to my mouth, anxiety rising.
What the hell was I thinking?
Mouth dry, head pounding, I reach out, grabbing for the bottle of water I usually keep by my bedside. As I drink the cool, refreshing liquid, I blush as the memory of begging Kellan to fuck me resurfaces.
It was a mistake.Nothing more than a tipsy mistake.
Last night was the result of too many glasses of wine and feeling like I’d lost control over my life. I let Kellan into my bed, but it won’t happen again, even if he insists that I’m going to want more.
As I reach for my phone, I see an unread text waiting for me. I pause, realizing it’s from Kellan. My heart lurches as I read it.
Don’t forget, you have twenty-four hours to give me your answer or you won’t like the consequences.
A shudder runs through me, stomach threatening to revolt as I run to the bathroom to throw up.
Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have let myself get mixed up with Kellan like this again. I never should have let him in my bed.
Because at the end of the day, he’s still a cold, dangerous beast.
6
KELLAN
Isit at my desk, pretending to focus on the contracts in front of me while Lucky explains some legal jargon about the casino deal, my mind a million miles away.
I can’t stop thinking about last night with Darcy. Her scent still lingers on me. I chased her relentlessly, only for her to shut me down. After that, I swore to keep my distance.
Yet here I am, pulled back in again, drawn to her.
I can’t let that happen again. I need to focus.
