Page 163 of Tall, Royal Hater
“No.” He shook his head, pinning my wrist to the pillow. “We’re taking this slow. Meaning no clit rubbing yet. No rushing. No coming before me. Not tonight.”
“Shehryar,” I sobbed in frustration.
He was going to keep edging me. Keep my climax right there in the back, ready to shoot forward but never quite getting enough momentum to fire off. I didn’t even know it was possible to be edged like this while getting fucked slowly and deeply. I wanted to kill him, but I wanted it to last too.
“I know it aches,” he whispered and kissed my nose, my cheek, my chin. “It aches for me too. But doesn’t it feel good?”
“It does, you fucking idiot,” I whined and kissed him hard and long.
“Thank you,” he said through a pant against my lips.
I was seeing cross-eyed and was convinced I was hearing just so. “What?”
“Thank you for letting me fuck you like this.”
I whimpered loudly as the exposed livewire inside me sparked violently under his words.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He just thanked me. He fucking thanked me.
I didn’t know that was a kink I had until now.
“Shehryar, shut up,” I said, half pleading, half growling.
“No.” He pressed his mouth to my cheek, his beard prickling my damp skin. “You like it when I whisper to you. You clench around me so hard. And I love that you do. I love the way you respond to me. You were meant to be under me, Mariyah. And I was meant to dominate you and submit to you. To taste you and fuck you and pleasure you until you lose your mind.” His voice grew raspier, his thrusts faster. “May I do that? Do I have your permission to do that for as long as possible?Please, little menace. Let me make this so good for you.”
I regretted it. Wanting him to beg and plead. It was far more dangerous than having him humiliate and dominate me. In away I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. Because I loved it as much as it ruined me, but I’d never be able to deny him when he asked like that. Ever.
I was fucked. Literally and metaphorically.
“Yes,” I cried, shaking and nodding my head all the same. “Yes, fuck yes.”
And gosh, did he do just that. He drove into me like the night was never-ending. Kept kissing me between feverish words of gratitude and promises and compliments that aimed arrow after arrow to my clit and hit bullseye every damn time. Until the pain of amassed pleasure was so excruciating, tears rolled down the sides of my face.
“Sheri, please, please, I can’t take it anymore,” I whimpered between his kisses. “I need to come.”
His forward thrust induced a loud squelch, that’s how wet I was and how much he was leaking.
“Cling on to me, little menace,” he rasped, stroking one hand down my sweaty front towards my aching clit. “I want us to come together. Can you do that for me? Can you hold it until I tell you to?”
I nodded rapidly. I would have sold my soul to him if he’d asked just to get him to touch me where I needed him to.
“Kiss me.”
I wrapped my lips around his and shrieked in absolute ecstasy as his thumb found my clit and rubbed in little circles. He groaned in reply and picked up his pace, each plunge pushing me to the edge until I had no ground left to stand on. But I fucking held back for dear life, and—
“Let go,” he growled against my lips. “Come, fucking come for me.”
Two more swipes of his thumb was all it took.
I broke apart on a scream so harsh that no sound came out, shaking down to my toes, as biting bliss ripped out myold nerves and burned me in new ones. I swore I verged on losing consciousness because I barely felt Shehryar’s hard, jerky thrusts as he came inside me.
He groaned into my mouth, gasping as I did too, until the tightness from both of us eased. I sunk back into the bed into a sweaty, vibrating pile, and Shehryar landed as a boneless heap on top. He weighed ten-fucking-tonnes, and I wasn’t sure my lungs would survive being crushed under him, but his heavy body was a pleasant anchor when I could hardly feel my own limbs.
Eventually, he slid off me and laid on his stomach next to me.
I blinked at his beautiful face. He stared back just as heavy-lidded and sated.
“I actually fucking hate you,” I whispered.
