Page 35 of Owned By Royal

“Sierra,” he says, his voice dropping to that rough register that still makes me wet. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m pregnant,” I correct, sliding onto his lap and feeling his immediate hardness against my hip. “It’s your fault. You did this to me.”

His hands settle on my waist, careful and warm. “And now you’re punishing me for it?”

“Something like that.” I grind against him, and we both groan. “Unless you’re too busy?”

He shuts his laptop with one hand, the other already sliding up my thigh beneath my dress. “Never too busy for you.”

I stand and back toward his desk, hoisting myself onto the edge and spreading my legs slightly. The window behind me faces the garden, the afternoon light streaming in, and anyone walking by could glance up and see us. The thought sends a familiar thrill through me.

“Come here,” I say.

He rises slowly, that predatory grace still intact even after all this time, and stops between my thighs. I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up, running my palms over the inked planes of his chest, the familiar ridges of muscle. He lets me explore for a moment, then catches my wrists.

“Lie back,” he commands.

I do, my head resting on his keyboard, my belly rising between us like a moon. He pushes my dress up around my waist, leaving me in just my underwear, and stares at me with that dark hunger that never seems to fade.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up my thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”

He leans down and closes his mouth around my nipple through my dress, and I gasp, arching into him. My breasts have been so sensitive, almost painfully so, and the wet heat of his mouth sends sparks shooting straight to my core.

He sucks harder, his tongue circling, and I feel it building, impossibly fast, a tight coil of pleasure that snaps without warning. I cry out, my body shuddering, and he lifts his head with a satisfied smirk.

“Already?” he teases.

“Don’t,” I breathe, my face flushing. “It’s your fault. You know what pregnancy does to me.”

“I do.” He kisses his way down my belly, reverent and slow. “And I intend to take full advantage.”

He hooks his fingers in my underwear and pulls them down, tossing them aside. Then he spreads me open and lowers his mouth, and I fist my hands in his hair, already oversensitive, already desperate.

“Royal,” I gasp. “Someone could see…”

“Let them,” he murmurs against my thigh, echoing words from years ago. “Let them see what I do to you. Let them see how fucking desperate you are for your husband.”

He licks into me, and I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. He’s gentle, knowing how sensitive I am, but relentless, his tongue finding every spot that makes me shake. He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them slowly, and I feel another orgasm building, slower this time, deeper.

“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers, and I come again, my body trembling, my cry muffled by my own hand. He keeps licking me through it, soft and soothing, until I’m limp and gasping.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I sit up, reaching for him, my hands shaking slightly. “I need you inside me. Now.”

He stands and pushes his joggers down, freeing his cock, thick and flushed and already wet at the tip. I wrap my hand around him, feeling him pulse against my palm, and he groans, his head falling back.

“Sierra,” he grits out. “Fuck. Your hands.”

I stroke him slowly, watching his face, the way his jaw tightens, the way his breathing goes ragged. I love this, love the power of reducing him to this, my controlled, dangerous husband completely at my mercy.

He catches my wrist and stills my hand. “Enough,” he growls. “Or I’m going to come in your hand, and I want to be inside you.”

He positions himself at my entrance and pushes in slowly, carefully, the way he’s learned to be with my changing body. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, the perfect rightness of him inside me. He pauses, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Okay?” he breathes.