Page 69 of Resisting Royal

“Bare?” I nibbled a trail up her ear as my index finger parted her folds, dipping into her wetness and dragging it forward. “I know that has to be just for me,” I whispered right before biting her ear.

She gasped, an echoing sound in the otherwise silent room, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the sting of the bite or my fingers on her clit, but I suspected I would quickly find out. I pressed my finger down again, and another gasp escaped.

“I love how wet you are. Is this from touching my cock, Bianca?” When she didn’t answer, my hand across her chest moved to a nipple and pinched.

Her body pitched forward with a moan, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser like it was the only thing keeping her up. I pinched again while rubbing a slow circle over her mound. “You’re going to have to keep it quiet, we are guests after all. It’s not polite to keep the hosts awake all night.”

She glared at me through the mirror. A glare that was interrupted when her mouth turned into an O with the littlest flick of my finger. Rubbing my cock against her satin clad ass, I leaned into her ear, letting her hear the low groan the contact caused as my finger worked her clit, and her body moved against me.

She was perfect. Mine. The only thing greater than having her moaning and weak at my touch was having my cock sheathed by her lithe body. I moved my hand up, removing the contact from her long enough to tear at the satin, letting it fall to the floor. Holding her tightly against my body, I pushed her legs wide open.

Rubbing my cock against her bare skin, I pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to turn around and look at me. Her green eyes met mine, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. “I’ve waited weeks to fuck you, Bianca. There is nothing that’s going to hold me back now.”

As if the action itself was an answer, she pushed her hips back against me. Taking that as her okay, I pushed her down, bending her over the dresser so that her hands held onto the edge, and her ass was in the air, her pussy open for me. I ran my finger down the slit. She was so fucking wet, I could come just from touching her, only from wanting her.

Instead, I breathed deep, trying to steady my heartbeat enough to make this fucking last longer than five damn seconds. When I was sure my nerves were calm, I threaded my fingers into Bianca’s hair, wrapping the strands around my fist and pulling up, forcing her eyes to look at the mirror as I pushed into her.

I should have been gentler; deep down, I knew this, but when you marry the man, you get the damn monster, and there was nothing in me that cared enough to go slow. No, I took her in one hard thrust, forcing her body to accept me, to take all of me, as her body lurched forward, her hair pulling tightly against my grip.

With my free hand, I gripped her hip and pulled out slowly before slamming my hips back into her. Her body forced the dresser to knock against the wall, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not with the girl I’d been lusting after for weeks under my body, at my mercy, willing to do whatever it took to be mine. Fuck, she had always been mine. Her body was fucking made for me, and the way her walls clenched around my cock with each push in and drag out only proved it to be so. She wanted me. She craved me. Now, she was getting all of me.

I placed my palm on her stomach, pulling her up to stand, holding her in place as I thrust. Her head thrashed around on my shoulder, her eyes wild, and I loved every second of seeing her this way. I loved knowing it was me who was making her crazy. It was my cock that brought those little sounds to her lips.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, her chest heaving.

She could. She would. I would make damn sure of that. My hips moved faster against her, my thrusts became harder, her body taking me and accepting my ownership. “Open your eyes. I want you to watch as I fuck you. Look down, Bianca. Look at where my cock is splitting you open.”

I glanced down as I spoke, fucking relishing at the sight of my cock being sucked into her body. My balls tingled, I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t positive how much longer I could keep going. Her eyes followed mine, a soft gasp escaping her lips, doing nothing for control. Shit. I was done for. I was done for the moment I first met her. Why did I think that would change now in the bedroom?

I wound her hair in my fingers again, forcing her down so that her palms were against the wood, and her eyes were locked on the sight of us, the view of my hips pumping into her as she gasped for air. She tried to look down, to look away from the vision that was us, and there was no fucking way I was letting her miss a single moment of us together. My free hand went to her throat, squeezing softly to force her gaze upward.

Her body clenched around me. “I want you to see us.” She gasped, and I could tell she was close and hell, I was too. I had four maybe five more pumps, and I would lose it. “Do you want me to come inside of you, Bianca?” My breath heaved. “I’ll pull out, but I’ll be honest, every primal thing inside of me tells me not to.”

“Don’t,” she gasped as her eyes traveled downward, causing my palm to tightened on her throat. She moaned again, the sound making my spine tingle and my hips buck. I couldn’t stop my hips if I tried, they were determined to chase their own ecstasy, determined to find release.

I pulled her hair tight, and her eyes fluttered. Fuck, but she was close too. I ground into her, pushing my hips roughly. Satisfaction consumed me as her walls clenched around me, and a scream tore from her throat. Two more thrusts and I was right there with her, my hand covering her mouth to silence her screams, my eyes taking in every inch of our soot covered bodies, her bra skewed as she thrashed against me with wild eyes, her hair tightly bound around my fist.

Chest heaving, I collapsed on top of her, intertwining our fingers as we both fought to breathe. I swallowed. Once. Twice. Four more times before I could even begin to form a sentence. Looking at the claw marks on the furniture, I whispered, “I think we owe them a new dresser.”

Her eyes followed my gaze before she burst into laughter.

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