Page 90 of Royal Deception
She shudders as my lips find the swell of her hip, my fingers skimming over the soft skin of her thigh, teasing, worshiping. She squirms when I press a kiss to the back of her knee, thenlower, my tongue tracing a path down her calf, over the delicate bones of her ankle.
I trace a path back up her opposite calf, kissing all the freckles on her shin before licking a path around her knee, up to her thigh. My fingers trace the contours of her body, from the gentle slope of her hip to the tender curve of her thigh. I lean in to kiss the spot where her skin turns from softness to strength, and I feel her shiver under my touch, the reaction a delicious mix of pleasure and longing. Every kiss, every stroke of my fingers, is an act of devotion, an offering that I know she craves just as much as I do.
My fingers skim across her breasts, the nipples pebbling from a combination of cool air and desire. I lean in, whispering, “I need you, Clary,” as I gently trace circles over the sensitive skin. Every touch is intentional, every caress a silent vow that I’m here for her—completely, irrevocably. And as she responds with a soft moan, her body shivering, I feel a swell of desire mixed with a deep, abiding affection.
By the time I make my way back up to her neck, she’s already breathless, her fingers buried in my hair, her body arching toward me like she’s desperate for more.
I know she’s already a mess with the way she squirms, squeezing her thighs together to gain some friction. When my fingers slip beneath the hem of her panties and tug them down, I spread her thighs apart, savoring the sight of her pussy drenched in slick, just for me. All for me.
Bending forward, I press lingering kisses into her thighs, sucking deep marks into the soft, pale skin. I move closer and closer to her core, watching her thighs tremble as she tries to keep herself still.
“My good girl,” I murmur, parting her lips with my fingers as I spread her open, savoring the sight of her pink pussy. “So beautiful, so perfect.”
My tongue darts out, licking a wet stripe across her folds, teasing around but never quite getting close enough to satisfy. But Clary stays perfectly still, exactly as I ordered.
“So good for me,” I tell her. “So obedient.”
Pressing a wet kiss to her clit, I begin to suckle and toy with it, grinning as she wriggles her hips ever so slightly but continues to lie still for me.
My teeth graze the fleshy gem, and she pants, a soft moan escaping her. “Oh, God,” she whispers. “Oh, yes.”
Tongue swiping along her length, I bring it up to swirl it around and around the bud while she quivers beneath me, slick dripping onto my tongue.
She tastes divine, like a sweet dessert I can’t get enough of, and I take my time, savoring the taste. Clary’s tiny mewls tug at something inside me, and I move a little faster, wanting to show her the meaning of the wordworshipas I use my tongue, lips, and teeth on her exquisite cunt.
Slowly, Clary seems to fall into a kind of mindless stupor, body relaxing as she fully surrenders herself to me. I can see it in the playful smile on her lips, the way she seems to go completely boneless as I stroke her apex, drawing out the sweetest sighs.
My mouth curves around her bundle of nerves once more, sucking it between my lips as I hum against her, urging her onward. Clary moans again, but this time it’s a lazy, drawn out moan that tells me she’s close.
“Come for me, Pet,” I hum into her, tapping her thigh to let her know that she’s allowed. She starts to ride my face, the slippery mess smearing over my cheeks and nose as I suckle her to completion.
“Rory!” she cries out, hands tangling my hair.
As she comes down from the high of her climax, I remove the blindfold and watch her blink up at me with a sweet, dopey look.I gently kiss her forehead and run my hands along her body as I gather her up, my fingers mapping out patterns along her skin.
Tucking her against my chest, I lay us down on the couch together as we bask in the afterglow of the moment. I can feel her heart beat in her chest and smooth my hands down her arm, over her back, petting her as she falls into a light doze.
I consider it a point of pride as a Dom to be able to bring someone into subspace using minimal orders and no pain. A warmth spreads through my chest as I gaze down at Clary, wondering how I spent so many years of my life denying my attraction to her, my desire for closeness.
It was foolish of me to think I could run away from something like this. Even if we don’t know where it’s going, at least I know that Clary knows I care. I might not be the best at saying it, but I don’t think I’ve ever cared for someone the way I care for her.
Though things have been bumpy between us, maybe we just need time to figure things out. As I close my eyes, letting myself relax, I hope that from now on, Clary and I can find a new path together, one where we’re on the same page.
38
CLARY
The two of us lie together in a semi-sleepy state for what feels like hours. When I come back to myself, Rory is stroking my hair, a soft look on his face as he gazes at me. I can’t help the thrill that runs down my spine at the memory of before, the way he touched me so reverently, so sweetly. It made me feel like a precious porcelain doll.
“I want to take you into the bedroom,” he says as our eyes meet. His voice is husky, and his cock hangs thick and heavy between his thighs, bobbing up and down. He hasn’t touched himself, but he’s clearly been waiting for me.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, a squeal escaping me as he picks me up and carries me off to the bedroom. Once inside, he helps me onto the bed and surprises me when he lies down.
“I want you to be on top,” he tells me. “You’re bigger now, and I don’t want my weight to crush you.”
I reach out to stroke a dark curl away from his forehead, my body already growing wet at the idea of riding him from above. “I want that too,” I say as he turns his face to kiss my palm.
He helps me climb atop him, and I straddle his lap, lining myself up with his cock as I start to sink down, enjoying howmuch he’s filling me up. I lower myself inch by inch, taking my time so as to savor this.
