Page 90 of Royal Desire

Why is that hot?

I can barely breathe, but I answer anyway. “Okay.”

A heated expression takes over his beautiful face when his strong hands grip the inside of my thighs. But I lose sight of him when he drops to his knees on the floor and his mouth devours me.

His lips. His tongue. His fingers pinching into the sensitive skin of my thighs. I feel his groan on my clit when he sucks it between his lips.

I bury one hand in his thick hair to hold him to me. As if he needs anything to spur him on, he presses my legs up and open farther. I’m pinned to the bed, at his mercy, and I’ve never been happier.

He gives me a firm lap from my opening to my clit, but then I lose his touch.

I gasp and look down my body. His gaze connects with mine as he lightly blows on my sex.

I squirm under his hold. “You’re going to drive me mad. Please, Payne.”

His thumbs stroke the insides of my thighs as he smiles.

That smile. I’ve missed it so much.

I lose his eyes again as he dips his head. This time he doesn’t take his time or tease. He laps and licks and sucks. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge. When it happens, I fight to breathe.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave. I lose my breath and see stars behind my lids. But Payne doesn’t stop. He holds me to the bed and gives me no reprieve. I gasp and moan and am thankful the Deacons were so precocious to build such a big house that I could have life altering orgasms and not wake up his mom and my family.

I’m limp when he finally lets up. I open my eyes to him dragging his arm across his mouth before he rips his shirt over his head. His pants and boxers hit the floor after, and he dips an arm under my back to haul me up the bed.

“Finally. We’re both naked,” I say. “I hope you have more energy than me. After that, I need you to do all the work.”

“I’m in fuck-it mode,” he murmurs against my neck. “It’s given me superhuman powers. All you have to do is look me in the eyes and promise you’ll be mine forever.”

My fingers tense on his shoulders. The tip of his cock is already teasing the entrance to my sex, but he doesn’t move another inch. The gravity of this moment is too much.

“Forever,” I whisper. “I’ve always been yours. Forever and always, Payne.”

And with that, he thrusts into me with nothing between us—bare and not holding back on anything.

When he slams into me, he stays there, unmoving and planted deep. He buries his face in the side of my head and his lips dance against the skin of my ear. “Fuck. I feel whole again.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into the swell of his firm ass. I tip my head to his and our noses brush. “Yes. Erase every minute we were apart.”

His lips capture mine in a searing kiss. He doesn’t let go as he starts to move. Pounding into me, not holding anything back. I meet his every thrust.

It was never like this before. There is no savoring each other tonight. This is years of desperation and hurt being healed. We both need it more than we need our next breath.

Every time we come together, he grinds against my sensitive clit working me toward another orgasm. This one feels different than the one before—better and more intense in a different way with him moving inside me.

I tense in his arms. My neck arches, and I press my head into the pillow as my body convulses for the second time. This spurs Payne on. He moves with abandon, unrestrained, and with no rhythm. He’s relentless until I feel his cock pulse and his body tense. I relish in his power and weight. He’s heavier, and it has nothing to do with the extra muscle he’s put on during our time apart. This is significant in a way I never want to lose. I want to carry this in my heart for the rest of time.

He presses into me two more times until his body gives out. We’re fused as one in every way possible.

Physically.

Emotionally.

And yes, even spiritually.

I made promises I’ll never break.

We lie like this, sharing a sheen of sweat between us that can only be created by the best sex ever.