Page 70 of Resisting Royal

Chapter 35

BIANCA

“I want to worship this every day until I take my last breath.” I leaned my head against the tile of the shower wall and moaned as Royal kissed my inner thigh.

“Worship what? A thigh?” I bit my lip, knowing damn well that wasn’t what he was talking about.

Both of his large hands rubbed my thigh as he brought his lips to it again. “This tattoo. The intricate design of intertwining flowers. It’s so feminine and bold. It’s so . . . you. I’m obsessed.”

His teeth bit into my upper thigh, and my knees went weak. I threaded my fingers into his hair. “You don’t have any tattoos.”

He pulled back, his eyes finding mine as he shook his head. “God, no.”

“Oh, I forgot; you’re afraid of needles,” I taunted, and he leaned his head forward, this time nipping at the apex of my thighs. I groaned, the sensation of his lips on my skin mixed with the sharp sting of his bite made my body clench with want.

“I will admit, I’m not a fan. But I wouldn’t say afraid. More like I don’t favor them.” He gripped the back of both of my thighs, pulling my legs to make them wider.

“Bock, bock.” I mimicked the sound of a chicken as he raised one brow at me.

“Really?”

I nodded, amused at my own actions. “I’ll show you chicken.”

Placing my leg over his shoulder, he leaned forward, his tongue darted out, licking my sensitive skin. Fuck, if he wasn’t perfect. This powerful man on his knees, yielding for me. Only me. He nudged my thighs wider, wedging his body between my legs, and I gripped his hair, pulling his head back at a sharp angle.

Trying to ignore the scrape of the scruff on his jaw rubbing against me, I asked, “So, you will get a tattoo for me?”

He tried to tilt his head down and ignore my request, and I pulled harder. He licked his lips, no doubt tasting my want for him and only him on his tongue. “If you let me feast like I’m so desperate for, I’ll do anything in the world you ask, Amore.”

My grip faltered as his finger danced along my slit before sliding into me. I gasped. “That’s cheating.”

“No one said I play fair.” He pulled my thighs wider as he leaned down, and with his mouth on me and his fingers working inside me, I lost all will to argue.

An hour later, we sat at the large farm style table in Roman’s personal quarters surrounded by a steaming plate of cinnamon rolls and fresh orange juice. Emma and Dot had gotten up early to provide the house with breakfast, and I felt a little guilty for having shower sex instead of volunteering for girl time.

“Did you sleep well?” Shaw asked, making polite conversation, and I felt my cheeks cover with a blush. Sleep? Hardly. Not with my husband’s hands working all over my body and his solid length repeatedly bringing me to orgasm.

“I did.” I schooled my expression to be neutral, but he just smirked knowingly.

“We should apologize about last night.” He picked up a piece of cinnamon roll and bite into it, his long lashes fanning his cheek as he enjoyed the bite of ecstasy. When he was done swallowing, he spoke again. “We should have called and let you girls know that we were okay, but we were preoccupied. Emma made sure to lay into us about how disrespectful it was to worry our guest.”

I glanced over at Royal, too preoccupied in his conversation with Roman to catch my eye. I had been worried. I had been terrified. I never wanted to experience that feeling again. But it was worth it? It was worth every hair pulling, side bruising, second of it.

“I was worried, but I’m thankful you boys are alright.” I glanced at the bandage that covered Shaw’s arm. “Mostly.”

He followed my gaze. “This? Hardly a scratch.”

That was a lie, from the story Royal told me last night while lying in bed, that angry burn that covered Shaw’s arm was a testament to how lucky he was to be alive. “Just a scratch, huh? Then why wear the bandage?”

His eyes found Emma, who was completely engrossed in removing a second pan of rolls from the oven. “The chicks dig it.”

As if she knew he was talking about her, Emma lifted her head from where she stood bent over the oven and smiled at him. The shy look that crossed her face had Shaw looking like the big bad wolf, seconds away from eating her up. I looked between them one more time before turning my body back toward Royal.

Sensing my shift, he reached his hand out to find my thigh without even breaking the conversation he was having. I leaned into him, savoring the warmth of his body. When Roman finished talking, Royal turned his head and leaned toward my ear. “I need to just tie off the details and get on a group call with Troy. Are you okay to leave in an hour, maybe two?”

He kissed my ear when he finished talking, and I swallowed hard as I tried to fight the shiver the action tore from my body. “I—I think I can manage a few hours.”

“Good.” His nose rubbed softly against my neck before his lips planted another kiss. “I promise the reward will be worth it later.”

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