Page 82 of Royal Deception
It’s strange how safe I feel being here with him. Despite the fact that Rory is a dangerous man, the leader of a criminal organization, I’ve never felt safer than I do in this moment. Being with Rory doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. It feels like coming home.
His tongue traces a line over my exposed belly, dipping into my belly button and eliciting another giggle at the way it tickles. He seems amused by the reaction and does it again, this time wriggling his tongue across my lower belly, in a sensitive spot.
“Oh, Rory,” I moan, need growing inside me. “I want you. Please!”
“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, biting his lip as he stares down at me, leaning on one arm to gaze into my eyes. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show you how much I care.” His voice grows husky, deeper.
The words send a shiver down my spine, the underlying promise making something curl up inside me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take.
But I want to enjoy this moment too. I don’t want it to end. So I close my eyes again, losing myself to the liquid heat in my veins, the sheer delight of having such a strong, dangerous man treat me like something so delicate and fragile.
It’s a rush, but it’s also intoxicating, knowing that he knows a hundred different ways to take me apart in every sense of the word.
But right now, he’s focused only on the metaphorical sense and that’s enough for me.
My thighs fall apart as he kneels between them, kissing up the column of my neck, leaving behind little bites, gentle nips. A long sigh falls from my lips as he nuzzles under my jaw, his rigid cock pressed against my center. I roll my hips, grunting as pleasure ripples through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out. “Rory, just like that.”
Rory grins, leaning up on one hand to look down at me. “You like that, love?” he asks, rutting his hips against me again.
I nod, tilting my head back as my arms come up to dig into his back. “Yes, you feel so good against me, so right. Don’t stop.”
He continues to roll his hips at an almost agonizingly slow pace, but I enjoy taking my time, feeling the warmth inside crawl to a slow simmer as our bodies move together. I gasp as he hits a particularly sweet spot, and he ruts into me again, sliding against that spot to elicit another one.
“Oh, Clary,” he sighs, bending down to kiss me. “I can’t get enough of this. Of you.”
I don’t know how I could have ever denied how much I feel for this man. I was so stupid to think I could have just been okay with staying his submissive, his mistress.
I might be falling in love with him.
I’m distracted from that thought when Rory’s tongue does a little flick in my mouth that has my eyes rolling back in my head. We’re still tangled up together, rocking against each other in a measured rhythm, but it’s starting to pick up speed.
The wind picks up as well, blowing a few strands of my hair as Rory ruts deeper, his fingers keeping a possessive hold over my waist.
“God, Clary, you are just so perfect right now,” he murmurs in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine as pleasure crackles through me. No one has ever made me feel so special before, so desired.
Rory’s cock is straining against the seam of his jeans as he rubs himself against me, the seam of my pants bumping against my clit. A low moan slips out, and I clutch at him, pulling him down for a rough kiss as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“I want to come,” I beg in a soft whisper. “Please?”
“You don’t have to ask permission from me today, love,” he whispers back.
Throwing my head back, I spread my legs wider and angle my hips so I’m bumping up against him harder, a little faster.
Just as I think I can’t take it anymore, the orgasm ripples out from inside me, my hips slowing to a stop. I pant, catching my breath, and Rory catches me, rolling the two of us over so we’re on our sides.
“You make me feel so good,” I tell him. “Whenever you look at me like that, it makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Who says you aren’t?” he teases. “You’re the most beautiful woman to me.”
We lie there together for a moment, but I know Rory is still hard in his jeans, still ready for more.
And I am too. I want to feel him inside me again. I want to be completely wrapped up in him, naked, skin to skin as we come together under the blue, blue sky and the puffy white clouds.
This place is almost magical in its beauty. It’s serene here, just the babbling brook to the left of us and a line of trees to the right that lead deeper into the forest.
Rory reaches out, lifting my sweater over my head, his other hand at my waist, steadying me. His gaze is heavy with want, but there’s something deeper, something almost hesitant, as if afraid.
