Reluctantly Royal(73)

Her moan resonated through my body and I pushed up so that I was in a sitting position. I shifted her so that my shaft was pressed against her hot center, and gripped her ass with my hands. Yanking on my hair, she lifted my face so that she could kiss me. Her mouth was hungry and demanding, her soft lips firm as she took what she wanted.

When her hips shifted, rubbing against me, I groaned. I ran my hands over her lithe body, across the smooth skin of her back, and pulled at the clasp of her garter belt. As I fumbled with the hooks, she let go of my hair and reached around to help me undo the hooks. Grabbing her hands, I kept them pinned behind her back while I feasted on her flesh. I ran my lips over her neck and scraped my teeth along her collarbone, eliciting a shiver.

Her breathing increased, which made her chest rise and fall in front of my face. Unable to help myself, I caught one peak with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue while she wiggled on top of me. The feel of her hips pressing against mine drove me over the edge. I let go of her hands, which went straight back to my head, where they fisted tightly in my hair. Ripping her garter belt off, I threw it on the floor before rolling over so that she was on her back.

She looked up at me with hooded eyes before reaching for the band of my underwear. I sat up on my knees and helped her slide them off, closing my eyes when she wrapped her hand around me. She shifted so that she was on her knees, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to my head. Her warm, moist mouth slid over my dick in wet strokes, causing me to moan. Wanting to see her, I gathered her hair on the top of her head and out of the way. I watched as she sucked and licked me, her gorgeous eyes turned up at me.

When my hips began to move, I groaned. It was too good, too perfect. If I let her go on, I was going to lose it. When I tugged on her hair gently, she shifted back up so that I could capture her mouth with mine. Sliding my hands down over the curve of her back, I slid her panties down so that she could kick them off.

She pushed on my shoulders so that I was forced to sit down. With a determined look, she crawled onto my lap and grasped my shaft.

“I want you, Max.” She positioned me at her opening before letting gravity do its job.

I groaned loudly; her slick excitement was almost too much to take. When she began to move, rocking against me, my head fell back and I groaned.

“Watch me, Max.” Leaning forward, she caught my ear with her teeth. “I want you to see me.”

“Fuck,” I whispered in Lilarian. “You feel so good. So wet. For me.”

“For you.” She groaned, her hips picking up the pace. “Look at me. I want to see what I make you feel.”

I opened my eyes and met her stare. She made me feel a lot of things. Could she see what she had done to me? She had changed my life in a matter of days. Would she be able to see that I had fallen in love with her?

The reality of that thought shot through my system like lightning. I loved this woman. Sometime when I wasn’t paying attention, she had become mine. Did she know that? Would she object?

The tempo of her movements increased, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

I fisted my hand in the hair at the base of her neck and pressed my forehead to hers.

“You’re going to make me come, sweet Meredith.” My Meredith. “You’re too much, too fucking perfect.”

She picked up her pace, her soft moans of pleasure rocking me closer to my edge.

“Max.” She gasped my name as her eyes went wide. Her body jerked against mine as pleasure slammed into her, but not once did she close her eyes. Watching her topple over the peak of orgasm finished me. My body shook as an orgasm so intense I thought it would shatter me rocked through my body.

She watched me with heavily lidded eyes as I unraveled beneath her. I pressed my lips to her, kissing her softly, the tips of our tongues coming together in a gentle dance as we reveled in the pleasure our bodies had experienced.

Three simple words sat on the tip of my tongue when she pulled back to look at me. Her eyes were full of heat and pleasure. Instead, I wrapped an arm around her waist and buried my face in her chest. The need I felt to tell her—to try and keep her forever—scared me. She had busted all of my boundaries and walls without trying.

I had to figure out how I was going to keep her.





FIFTEEN

I WAS DONE FOR. The battle was over, if it had ever begun. I’d lost my heart to a prince. And I hadn’t exactly been sitting around waiting for a prince to show up. I’d thought I didn’t need anyone; I didn’t need anyone. But I wanted him. All of him.

I wanted what I had seen in his eyes just a moment ago.

“Max . . .” I closed my mouth. Could I say it? The words that would leave me open for even more pain? How had I done this to myself again? And what was I going to do about it?