The Royal Conquest(68)

He gritted his teeth, tipping back his head as memories of dozens of hands pinched and whipped his skin, biting and licking, forcing him to feel pleasure from their depravity.

“Look at me.” Her calm soothing voice was a relief, and he snapped his eyes opened, directing his sole attention to Payton.

The hum of memory receded, and all he could see was her.

“Do not look away from me,” she said softly, her eyes devouring him.

The pleasure she took in looking at him sent a thrill shooting through his heart.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Yes,” he growled.

A shy but wanton smile graced her lips. She stroked her fingers through his hair, acclimating him to her touch. “But not on your lips…everywhere but your lips.” She stroked her fingers down over the sharp angles of his jaw, down over his shoulders, tenderly.

With tentative grace, she climbed into his lap. Everything in him shut down, and he braced himself for the revulsion. It never came. All he could feel was the softness of her ass as she wiggled against his thighs, her scent—spiced wine and berries enveloped his nose—and her soft husky voice murmuring soothing nonsense. He was surrounded by Payton, and all he could feel and anticipate was her.

She shifted so she sat on his lap, her legs bracketing his, opening her pink womanly flesh to his eyes.

Christ.

“The first time I heard your voice, without even seeing your face, I wanted to be ridden by you desperately hard.”

She slipped her hands around his neck and leaned in so her wonderful breasts were pressed against his chest.

Mikhail groaned.

“I will happily oblige you,” she drawled. “But first I am going to lick and taste you all over.”

And she did. With soft swipes of her hot tongue across his chest, over his nipples, and down. To then come back up in a torturous journey of slow kisses. He felt as if he were enslaved to the stroke of her tongue, desperately wanting her to go lower and lower until she kissed his length.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

A secret smile tugged at her lips at his praise, and she shimmied from his lap and knelt in front of him.

“Payton, I—”

She enveloped him in fire.

A ragged groan burst from his throat.

God, he’d wanted to feel Payton’s mouth all over his body for the longest time. In the dark corners of his heart, he’d dreamed of having those arrestingly alluring full lips wrapped around him, taking him with the innocent hunger he could see blazing in her golden orbs. But the fantasy was nothing like the reality. She licked and sucked his cock beautifully, and with wicked carnality. It was the most erotic thing Mikhail had ever seen, her lips stretching over his cock, her tongue flicking and curling over its engorged head as she knelt before him.

Rip. The shift tore against his straining arms, and he trembled under the devastating pleasure of her touch. Her mouth stretched over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she drew on him, her eyes never leaving his. Her lips made him harder than he’d ever been. He thrust slowly and deeply into her mouth, loving the sounds she made—soft purrs of pleasure.

As her mouth loved him, Mikhail felt as if he were going mad from the hunger clawing through his body. His head fell back against the cushions of the chair, and groan slipped from him as she licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. He could wait no longer to be inside her.

“Straddle my lap,” he growled, his voice so guttural with arousal he sounded unintelligible.

She complied, sliding against his thigh, and he hissed at the wetness he felt.

“Lift your breasts and bring them to my mouth.”

She moaned, gripping his length and positioning him against the entrance of her body.

“Payton.” Her name was a plea of raw need.

Rip.

His hands burst free; her eyes widened as he pounced. Gripping her long tresses, he pulled her down to him with sensual intent, drawing her so that she straddled him on the chair, her knees bracketing his hips.

“Mikhail!” She cried his name as he pushed his hand between her legs and sent three fingers delving deep. She was wet, so damn wet. She twisted and arched to him as he trailed his tongue down her neck to her breasts. He lurched from the chair, and in two strides he was lowering her onto the sofa, notching the head of his cock at her entrance. She screamed when he plunged deep inside the clenching depths of her heat.

He kissed her fiercely, capturing her cries, and thrust into her hard with deep measured strokes. He groaned into their kiss as she pushed her hands low and gripped his ass.

Merciful Christ!

She moved in urgent counterpoint to his fierce thrust, giving him everything he demanded and more.

“Let me hear it,” he whispered roughly. “Say the words.”