Page 33 of Owned By Royal

“You’re cruel,” she breathes.

“I’m hungry,” I correct, and dive back in.

This time I don’t stop. I suck her clit into my mouth and pump my fingers hard, and she shatters, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave. She cries out my name, her body convulsing, and I keep licking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she’s limp and gasping.

But I’m not done.

I kiss my way up her body, pausing at her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth until she’s writhing again. I slide my hand between her legs, finding her still sensitive, still swollen, and I stroke her gently, building her back up.

“Royal,” she moans, her eyes glazed. “I-it’s too much…”

“It’s not princess,” I insist, my fingers moving faster. “Give me another one. Give it to me, Sierra.”

She comes again, harder this time, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. I watch her face, memorizing every expression, every gasp, every shudder. She’s magnificent, and she’s mine.

I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with need, but I pause. “Tell me you want this.”

She looks up at me, her eyes dark and dazed. “I want you,” she whispers. “Always. Only you.”

I push inside her slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop me inch by inch. We both groan, the sensation overwhelming after so long apart. I settle deep, my forehead dropping to hers, and we stay like that for a moment, connected, complete.

“I love you,” I say, the words torn from somewhere primal.

“I love you too,” she breathes. “Now move. Please, Royal. I need you.”

I start to thrust, slow and deep, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her hips rising to meet mine. I keep my weight on my forearms, caging her in, watching her face as I move inside her.

“More,” she begs. “Harder.”

I increase my pace, my hips snapping against hers, each thrust driving us both higher. She’s so tight, so hot, and the feel of her surrounding me is heaven and torture combined. I want to make this last, want to stay inside her forever, but I can feel my control fraying at the edges.

“Look at me,” I command. “Don’t look away.”

She meets my eyes, hers dark and wild, and I see everything in them. The love, the trust, the surrender. It undoes me. I thrust harder, deeper, angling to hit that spot that makes her moan.

“Royal,” she gasps, her body tensing beneath me. “I’m going to… I think I’m going to…”

“Come for me,” I growl. “Let go, princess. I’ve got you.”

She shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. She cries out, her body convulsing around me, her nails raking down my back. The feel of her coming apart, the tight pulse of her around my cock, pushes me over the edge.

I bury myself deep and follow her, my release flooding through me like a tsunami, endless and overwhelming. We collapse together, tangled in sheets and sweat and each other. I roll to the side, pulling her with me, not willing to break our connection yet.

She nestles against my chest, her heart hammering in time with mine. “I missed you,” she whispers again.

“Never again,” I promise, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Whatever comes, we face it together. No more secrets. No more running.”

She looks up at me, her eyes soft and sated. “Together.”

Epilogue

Sierra

Two Years Later

Sometimes I still catch myself staring at my husband and wondering how I got this lucky. If someone had told me two years ago that I’d be living in Atlanta as Sierra Madera. Happily married to Royal. Surrounded by friends who have become family.

And, preparing to welcome our first child into the world, I would have laughed in their face. Back then, my life revolved around suspicion, grief, and revenge. Somewhere along that painful journey, I found something I never expected to discover.