Page 66 of Royal Pain

“Oh, yes, baby,” he said as he made the final settings, closing the flap and arming the system. That was it. He carried me up the stairs, taking his time. The moonlight streamed in throughthe massive arched window halfway up the curved staircase, allowing me to catch glimpses of his eyes. Now they appeared tumultuous.

Gray.

Stormy.

Still full of anger.

I don’t know why but it made me feel a little better. I sensed he was even more ruthless than I’d given him credit for.

Given the door to his room, not mine was mostly shut, he kicked it in. Another he-man act that made me laugh nervously.

“A little beastlike tonight?”

“You have no idea,” he growled as if answering my question more dramatically.

“I think I do.”

The man tossed me into the center of the bed where I bounced up and down a few times. We hadn’t needed to change back into dry clothes, going swimming a second time after dinner. I’d found towels in a cabinet, the tiki bar environment complete with everything anyone would need.

We might be perfectly dry for now, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long. I couldn’t help myself toying with him. There was a slight sense of dread, one of hopelessness that kept wanting to settle into my system and I refused. The bastards weren’t going to win this easily.

I jumped off the other side, even grabbing a lamp for fun. Of course, it was attached by a cord, something he laughed at as he stalked around the edge of the bed.

He didn’t anticipate my moves very well or simply wanted to see what I’d do. I barely managed to get the lamp on the table and jumped on the bed on my feet, off the other side in seconds.

The big man tackled me almost midair, tossing me back into the middle of the bed. I squealed and he let off his rather demonic laugh, moving from foot to foot as I bounded onto my hands and knees.

I knew he was right in that this might be the last peaceful night we had in a long time. He was in as playful of a mood as I was, perhaps more so but there was a crackle of electricity in the air. The playfulness wouldn’t last long. Passion exuded from both of us, a need so strong that it continued to shock me.

Yet I managed to jump off the bed and this time he lifted me by the waist, tossing me high into the air and on my stomach. He promptly climbed onto the bed, straddling me, but leaving enough room he could finagle my bathrobe off within seconds. When I was completely naked, he flipped me over, not wasting any time bending and lifting my legs, pinning them against the comforter and dropping his head.

The feel of his long, rough tongue prodding my clit was a little slice of heaven. The noises he was making were crazy, a beautiful reminder he was a beast in expensive clothes.

A perfect combination.

He kept his forearms across my thighs, remaining on his knees as he darted glances in my direction.

“Oh, yes. Oh… You are…” I threw one hand down, fisting his hair and tugging. If it bothered him in the least, I wouldn’t know it. He was too busy growling and feasting, now dragging his tongueup and down my pussy a few times. Then he’d suck on my clit, making it ultra-sensitive.

He was making me feel more vibrations than I ever had in my life. The way he held me down told me in no uncertain terms he truly believed I belonged to him.

I might have balked at it in the beginning, but not now. I adored his roughness, his constant need for me. The way he looked at me as if I was a rare filet and he was a wild tiger. And the tender touch he could provide when he thought that was what I needed.

Gasping, I bit down on my lower lip as the sensations continued to increase. He had a way of bringing me right to the edge, a sweet steep precipice then backing off, leaving me aching all over. I had no doubts he was going to practice that today.

And he did.

When he lifted his head, this time the moonlight reflected eyes that were confusing.

Darkness.

Amusement.

Adoration.

It was a strange combination to me, but I didn’t question it, instead tossing my other arm over my eyes. With every swipe of his tongue, every thrust of three then four fingers deep into my tight channel, I loosened my hold on his hair.

I was in such sweet la-la-land that it was impossible to concentrate or hold onto anything.

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