Page 91 of Royal Deception
“God, Clary,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “You feel so good. So perfect. I feel so connected to you right now.”
“You feel so good inside me,” I echo back to him. “Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other.”
There’s something in his eyes as I look at him, something that tells me that he feels the same way. I roll my hips, experimenting with the pace. Rory groans, his hands coming up to hold onto me to keep me steady.
“Just like that,” he encourages, reminding me that he’s the one in control, even if I’m on top. He’ll always be the one in control. “Keep up that pace, just like that, Pet.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, relishing how good this feels. His thumbs trace over my hipbones, stroking the flesh there. As I ride him, I look down to catch him intently staring at my belly and smile, raising an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were pregnant,” he mumbles, cheeks tinged pink. I laugh, a full-bodied laugh that travels all the way down, thrumming through my center. “Your rounded belly is such a turn-on,” he admits, and I see a flash of vulnerability in his gaze before it’s gone, replaced by a smoldering look of desire.
“I feel self-conscious,” I admit. “I’ve always been on the bigger side, but now I feel huge.”
“You’re not,” he assures me. “You’re just a little bit bigger than before. Exactly one baby’s size bigger.”
That earns another chuckle from me, and he smiles, a little dimple in the corner of his mouth that makes me happy to see. We continue to move, his hips flexing as mine roll forward, the two of us settling into a comfortable rhythm.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you almost prefer me like this,” I tease, feeling like I can finally show my more playful side to him.
“Maybe I do,” he teases back with a straight face. “Maybe I ought to put a few more babies in your belly once this one comes out.”
The thought of him pinning me down and pumping me full of his seed sends a shudder through my body, and I close my eyes, turned on by the idea.
“Mmm, maybe you should,” I say, my voice dropping lower. “Maybe you should keep me pregnant and stuffed full, Sir.” I wink, and he chuckles, though there’s a dark gleam in his eyes.
“Don’t tempt me, Pet. You’d never leave this bed.”
“I don’t want to,” I say, rocking my hips a little faster as we move together. “Maybe I want to stay tied to the bed and bred until I’m dripping with your cum.”
“Oh, Clary,” Rory growls, his fingers digging into my hips as we move together with more intention, more force. “Fuck,” he gasps, eyes rolling back as my inner walls tighten around him. “Maybe we should.”
And maybe I want to belong to you forever, I don’t say, though it’s on my mind as I chase the pleasurable sensation in my lower belly. “You like that, Sir?” I ask. “You like the idea of claiming me, making me walk around with a belly full of your cum, make me paint it into my skin so everyone knows that I belong to you?”
“Clary!” Rory cries out, slamming his cock into me. “Yes! I want to breed your slutty little hole, I want to stuff you full of my cum. I want to see your round belly and have everyone know that it’s my baby in there!”
A primal growl erupts from within me, and I start bouncing on his cock, lost in the pleasure of it all. “Yes! Oh, yes!” I cry out,getting closer. “I’d spend all my days as your cock warmer. Just sitting on you while you work, pumping load after load into me.”
This is the filthiest dirty-talk I’ve ever done, and it’s so hot that I feel myself almost slipping off Rory with how wet I’ve become. “I want you to take me and make me yours!”
Rory pounds into me with a force that surprises me, slamming his hips into mine as we fuck each other, desperate for release.
“Forever, until the end of time,” Rory grunts out just as my body tenses up and I find myself falling over the edge at the thought of that.
I love you, I want to say, but the words get stuck in my throat, the fear of what might happen if I say them stopping me.
“Clary!” Rory finishes right after me, pulling out to aim his cock at my belly so he comes all over me, painting me in thick, white stripes.
The two of us collapse together on the bed, utterly spent after such vigorous lovemaking. I cuddle into Rory and smile, utterly drained and completely content.
We lie there together, just relaxing, the two of us coming down from our high. The air between us is warm, thick with the remnants of what just happened. My body is still humming, a pleasant ache settling into my limbs as I curl deeper into Rory’s embrace. His fingers lazily trace circles on my back, slow and steady, like he has no intention of moving anytime soon.
I don’t either.
For a while, neither of us speaks. There’s no need to. The rise and fall of his chest against mine, the soft brush of his lips against my temple—those things say enough.
Eventually, though, we have to move. I shift first, untangling myself from him and stretching with a satisfied sigh. Rory groans, one arm tightening around my waist as if he can keep me there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.
