Page 204 of Tall, Royal Hater
“I can’t—Sher, I can’t.” I shook my head rapidly, knowing it was coming but unable to fathom how.
He nodded in reply. “You can, you can, you will. You’re going to come with me. You are.”
I was going to, not because I was trying to, but because every rapid movement was rocking my clit against the pillow, and the friction caused my thighs to instinctively lock up in preparation.
“That’s it, that’s it—fuck.” He choked on air as a drop of sweat dripped onto my shoulder. “Menace—baby—come for me.”
I hated the way it seemed like he had command over my body.I didn’t.I wanted to hate it. But how could I when he said“come,”and my body went“okay, Daddy”?
I exploded with a sharp yelp, and Shehryar buried his face in my neck and roared, filling my pussy to the brim with endless spurts of hot cum until we both collapsed, absolutely spent and broken.
The entire room spun around me as my ears rang with the sound of rushing blood. Neither of us could catch our breaths or move, but eventually, Shehryar weakly slipped his cock out of me and slid half off me, his face right by mine, cheeks flushed, and eyes ridiculously glazed.
One corner of his mouth quirked in an exhausted, stunning smile as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from my temple, and my heart hiccupped so fucking hard.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I blinked dumbly at his absurd question. “You know you’re actually a dickhead,” I croaked.
He huffed out a rough, laughing sound, and his mouth tipped higher, flashing sharp, white canines. “Right back at you, menace.”
Once upon a time, I would have wanted to sock him in his smug face.
Right then? I rolled my eyes, reluctantly returning his tired smile, before I shuffled closer to press a long, slow peck to his beautiful smile.
Chapter 49
Mariyah
Istirred awake the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a dull ache through every nook and cranny of my body as if I’d spent four hours straight in the gym doing a full-body workout. Just swap the gym for a bed, and to be honest, it was a pretty accurate description of the feral, sweaty sex Shehryar and I had had until way past midnight.
In other words, rolling over and stretching my legs under the luscious duvet of my bed as much and as far as I could felt both incredibly gratifying but also made me want to whimper as my muscles creaked and cracked like brittle metal. I supposedit would have been worse if Shehryar hadn’t massaged me from head-to-toe in the shower before we’d finally gone to bed.
With a long groan, I forced my heavy eyelids open and blinked them wider and wider until the morning light glittering through the shutters gave me an eyeful of two shirtless men.
One was the tattooed perpetrator of my current bodily state, sitting up against the headboard with a pillow to his back, a book in one hand, and a mug hovering before his mouth. He looked annoyingly sexy when I felt wrecked, with his hair on the effortlessly messy side of pushed-back and his frowning eyes lacking the weariness mine were stinging with.
The other man was grey and had speckles down his arms and shoulders and velvety wings sprawled out behind him, printed on the cover of the mothman romance book in my dickhead’s hand.
My lips tipped in amusement as I glanced between the paperback and Shehryar’s equally confused, horrified, and curious glare. “Are you enjoying the book?” I said, sleep thickening my voice.
His lashes flicked up and across, his stare blank like he was lost in concentration. He’d actually been engrossed in whatever scene he’d been reading.
I let out a chuckle and angled my head back on the pillow so he got the full force of my smirk as he lowered his mug of coffee. “I didn’t take you for a monster romance reader, Sheri.”
The line between his brows deepened as he turned the front cover towards me. “He’s a moth,” he said in both disbelief and blame as if I’d written the book.
“A moth—man,” I corrected and tapped a finger to the shirtless fictional character. “It’s in the title.”
He gawked like I’d lost my mind. “He’s an insect. Making him seven-foot tall with abs and a dick doesn’t change that.”
“He’s sexy. And fluffy…and he has a long tongue. Like areallylong tongue.” My suggestive tone made his face fall, and I burst out laughing. “I take it you didn’t get to that part.”
“Thank bloody Neves not,” he said as he set both the book and mug down on my bedside cabinet next to him while I was lying on the side closest to the wall.
“Don’t act like you weren’t reading it so fucking intently before I caught you,” I teased, eyes narrowed in accusation.
His piercing gaze danced with playful denial as he slid lower on the bed. “I was just trying to figure out why there were ten books about moths on your shelf, little menace.” He rolled onto his side, holding himself up on one elbow, and wrapped his other hand around my throat, sending pins skittering in my belly. “Now I know you’re a freak for insects with dicks too.”
