Page 85 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

“Then how about a trade?” she purred, leaning into me until I could feel her body heat. “The thong in your drawer…for the ones I’m wearing now?”

I nearly choked on a groan. My eyes automatically flew down to her thighs, to the secret space between I wanted to bury my face in again. My cock gave an angry jerk in my boxers, refusing to lose to my salivating mouth and trying to stake first claim on her. It didn’t matter who got her first, I’d keep taking her on rotation—hands, mouth, and dick—all night long if she let me.

The soft rub of her thighs together jerked my gaze back up to hers, and even in my drugged state, I registered that I wasn’t the only one about to explode. Esmeralda’s pupils were so dilated they ate away her irises and her skin was flushed all down her neck. But that sultry smile of hers…fuck.

I took a slow, needy step towards her, nearly pressing us flush together. “Don’t tempt me, Babble.” My voice came out hoarse and sounding like I was demanding she do the exact opposite. Tempt me. Tempt me. Don’t fucking stop tempting me, my beautiful Babble.

Her smile widened and she pushed up onto her tiptoes, circling her arms around my neck. My hands naturally slipped under her jumper, finding her hips to anchor myself to. “Then you shouldn’t have tempted me first by stealing my underwear, Mr Perfect Prince.”

I huffed a laugh into her mouth as she pressed her soft lips over mine, cinching my arms around her as I kissed her back. It wasn’t rushed or desperate and yet there was still a dizzying hunger controlling our slow swipes and licks.

When we pulled apart for air, I gripped the hem of her black jumper and pulled it up over her head. Throwing it over my shoulder, I stepped back to get my fill of her. Fuck…

There was no cropped, buttoned shirt tonight. Just a flimsy vest top in the same plum colour as her shorts. If it wasn’t for the pale pink bra I could see peeking out from under the black lace straps, one slight pull on the silk would have had her ample breasts spilling out onto display.

I was throbbing everywhere humanly possible with arousal, too addicted to the sight of her to care that I was blatantly ogling at her chest. Until my mind supplied me with the image of that dive she took in the morning and then my gaze was searching all over her for another reason entirely.

“Are you really not injured anywhere, Esmeralda? At all?”

“I’m fine. But I guess if you’re worried…” She moved past me. I blinked in confusion, taking a second to turn and watch as she swung her hips over to the door. I was about to ask where she was going when she suddenly spun on her socks-clad feet to face me.

“I could ask Pierre to check me over once more and then come back here,” she said with a casual shrug. “I heard he was staying the night for the Memorial Service tomorrow. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I told him that you wanted him to give me a thorough examination.”

Who knew if that was the sound of her unlocking the door or the sound of something cracking inside me at the thought of Pierre touching her all over. Again. I had no idea, but my body went rigid with something red-hot.

Having to put up with it the first time while he flirted with her had turned my insides green with envy, but this, oh this was something ten times more ferocious. My desire was now tainted with jealousy, turning it into something dark, a little mean, and a whole lot of demanding.

“Don’t even think about it, Babble,” I snarled through gritted teeth. My pulse hammered brutally through my head, heart, and erection. “He’s not coming anywhere near you again.”

Excitement ignited in her eyes, but her lips parted on a shaky inhale. Even so, I heard the twist of the door handle behind her as she opened it just a slither. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. That bratty, impudent look dancing in her hooded eyes said it all.

Try and stop me.

Her challenge set me off. I was charging towards her before I fully registered I was. She squeaked and clambered around, tearing the door open wider. But it was too late. I was right behind her before she could get one foot out the threshold of my room. I hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her back against my chest. She shrieked something that sounded a lot like my name.

I kicked the door shut behind me and locked it then headed straight for my bed. She landed with a gasp when I dropped her on the charcoal grey silk sheets and tried to scramble onto her hands and knees in a useless attempt to escape me. Grasping her by the hips, I yanked her back to where I stood at the edge, slamming my hard dick right between her thighs.

She choked loudly on a gasp, and I groaned, fighting to keep my eyes open as pleasure coiled through my belly. I ground myself against her in long, hard rocks, and she pushed back against me, our clothing doing nothing to lessen the delicious feeling. My dick begged me to give in and fuck her right then, but the dominant beast in me demanded repentance from her first. And he won.

I leaned over to thread one hand into the back of her hair, pulling her upright until her back was pressed to my chest. Her whimper was loud as I moved my hand from her hair to her throat, holding her head to my shoulder. She curled her arms back to cling onto my hips, keeping me in place.

“Kai, please,” Esmeralda panted, trying to turn her head to look at me. “Fuck me.”

I grunted mockingly into her ear. “After telling me you would let Pierre thoroughly examine you?” I growled, watching her lashes flutter and her mouth open wide. “I don’t think so, Babble. You don’t get to make me jealous and then beg to have your pussy pounded. It doesn’t work like that.”

She whimpered a protest, and I silenced her by slipping my index and middle fingers into her mouth. “There is no point whining now.” I was careful not to push my fingers too far back as I stroked her tongue, but she moaned and clamped her lips around the digits, sucking them in deeper.

I shuddered on an exhale, pressing my jealous dick harder against her shamelessly grinding arse. “Only good girls get what they want,” I rasped, dragging my lips over the shell of her ear. She gasped around my fingers. “But you’ve been a bad girl, Babble. And bad girls only get spanked and edged and teased until they’re crying and begging for mercy. Isn’t that right?”

She went still, her eyes wide as a muffled whimper left her stuffed mouth. The mixture of arousal and panic on her face turned me on so much I felt the literal burn of it in my eye. I smirked down at her, and she started shaking her head, more flustered sounds coming out of her.

A near-silent laugh fell off my lips and I pulled my fingers from her mouth. Before she could voice a protest or an apology, I captured her parted lips, looting her of words with my tongue. When I released her, she slumped weak and shaking against my chest, her eyes so glazed and hooded she looked like she was about to pass out. And the rush of power to my head made me feel possessed.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she said through her panting.

Fuck, she was so unbelievably beautiful. “I know,” I whispered, stroking her jaw with my thumb. “But the only place my dick is going is in your mouth until I’m convinced of it, Babble.”

She nodded, small and eager. I rewarded her with one last kiss before I unwrapped myself from around her, helping her turn to face me. I undressed her quickly, dropping her silk pyjamas at my feet and taking a breathless moment to appreciate the near-naked sight of her. All the dips and curves of her slim, hourglass figure.

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