Page 38 of Shattered Souls
Royce’s hands roam over my back, pulling me tighter against him, and I can feel his heart pounding in sync with mine. We move together, and the dance of our lips and bodies becomes the only rhythm that matters. It’s intoxicating, this escape we’ve found in each other, and I never want it to end.
“Riley,” he rasps in a plea as he draws back.
“Royce.” I drag his name out in vexation. Lifting my gaze to his, I say earnestly, “I need you.”
He groans, face pinched in indecision. “You make it impossible to say no to you.”
My lips lift in a coy smile as I wind my arms around his neck and press myself impossibly closer so I can whisper in his ear. “So don’t. I want you.” Hitching my leg over his hip, I drag mycunt over the obvious erection tenting his pants. “You want me. Let’s lose ourselves in one another.”
Ducking his head so his nose presses against my neck, he murmurs, “Leave the world behind.”
“All of it,” I agree, tilting my head to give him better access as he nips and sucks a path down my throat and across my collarbone. His hands slide to my hips as he traverses the valley between my breasts until he falls to his knees before me.
My chest heaves as he lifts his gaze, those ice-blue eyes smoldering as he stares up at me through thick eyelashes. “Are you wet for me, James?”
Lip trapped between my teeth and my gaze heavy, I nod, loving how his eyes flare with predatory pride.
“Show me.”
The sheer desire in his eyes gives me the courage to slide my hand between the high slit in my dress and dip my fingers into my black lace panties. Pressing two fingers inside me, I coat them in my excitement before pulling them out to show him the shimmering wetness.
Smirking, he wraps his calloused fingers around my wrist, bringing my hand to his face as he dips my fingers inside his mouth. His lips wrap around the digits, his tongue lapping at the taste of me as he hums.
“Delicious,” he declares with the smack of his lips. “However, it’s not nearly enough. I want these gorgeous creamy thighs sticky with your mess before I bend you over and fuck you.”
His filthy words have a fresh gush soaking my panties before he glides his hands up the outside of my thighs, hooking his fingers in my panties and dragging them down my legs until I can step out of them.
His touch is gentle, reverent, as he palms the back of my calf and lifts my leg over his shoulder. Pushing my dress aside, he brings his face to my pussy and inhales deeply. His chestvibrates with approval, sending me desperate with desire before he buries his face between my thighs.
My head falls back on a moan, my fingers tangling with his hair as I hold on while he licks and sucks through my folds and around my clit until nothing exists beyond his touch and the pleasure he’s eliciting.
“Royce,” I moan. “Yes. God, that feels so good.”
My hips rock, and I grind against his face as his tongue does incredible things to me. He applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, wrenching my orgasm right to the edge before he pulls back, plunging his tongue into my channel and making me writhe.
“I need to come,” I groan when I feel myself getting close for the third time before he eases up. I gasp when he delivers a sharp smack to my inner thigh before massaging the area, somehow only making me more desperate for him.
Lapping at my clit, he roughly shoves two fingers into my sopping channel. The music is nothing but background noise to my needy pants and thesquelchof my desire as Royce forces me to come apart on his tongue in the middle of the dance studio.
The darkness casts our silhouettes in shadows as I fist his hair, and he squeezes my ass while rubbing that magical spot inside me and sucks on my clit until Iexplodewith his name on my tongue.
My body is still trembling from the intensity of my release when his fingers slip from me. Covered in my release, he smears it over my inner thigh before licking it away.
Sliding his fingers back inside me, he scoops up more of my pleasure, doing the same to my other thigh. “Mmm,” he hums. “I fucking love it when you’re all messy like this.”
Lowering my leg to the ground, he stands to his full height before me. “My filthy girl,” he coos appreciatively beforeslamming his lips down on mine and forcing me to taste myself on him.
Strawberries and leather.
Complete intoxication.
“Put on your heels and go stand in front of the mirror for me, Babydoll.”
I arch a brow at his bossy tone, which is more reminiscent of Grayson. Smirking, he swats me on the ass, and with a half-yelp half-giggle, I scurry to put on my shoes before standing in front of the mirror that runs the entire length of the studio.
My focus remains on his silhouette behind me. His stark blue eyes cut through the dimness, glowing in the yellow light cast by the streetlamp outside as his gaze rakes over me, taking in my flushed cheeks, the curve of my ass emphasized in the dress, and my toned calves in the heels I’m wearing.
His presence is a beacon in the night, pulling me in with its intensity.
