Page 21 of My Fated Alpha: The Royals

She shook her head. “N-no.”

“Good.” His satisfaction was primal. She wanted to think he was being barbaric, but her body felt differently, arousal making her want to cry out for his touch.

His gaze went back to her breasts, and she whimpered at the way his eyes devoured them. “Do you know what this kind of dress does to me?Do you?” He fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts, and oh, how that simple touch made her ache even harder.

“It makes me want to scoop my hands inside it—-”

And then he was doing it, his large, powerful hands scooping into her gown until the silk inched down and her breasts filled his palms.

Aaaaaaaaah.

He began to knead her breasts, and her head fell back as pleasure rocked her body. He squeezed her breasts hard, and it squeezed a moan out of her. Then his fingers found her nipples, and nothing – oh, God,nothing– could have prepared her for how excruciatingly exquisite it was. He began to tug, and she began to pant.

He tugged harder, she panted harder.

He tugged faster, she panted faster.

And then his mouth replaced his fingers on one nipple—-

“Ilie!” His name came out a sob, and her fingers instinctively found their way up to his hair. He started to suck, and she started to grip his head to her. He sucked hard, and she pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth, wanting it never to end.

“Ilie.” She sobbed his name again, hoping he understood what she could no longer put in words.

He moved to her other breast, sucking hard on her nipple, and she could only sob his name over and over.

“Ilie.”

She rocked against him, wanting more.

More.

More!

And as if he had heard her – she didn’t really know, she was no longer aware of which thoughts of hers made it to him – he suddenly had their positions switching, his inhuman speed allowing him to settle her on his seat in the blink of an eye.

He was kneeling in front of her.

She gasped, “What are—-”

He didn’t answer, only moving his hands under her skirts.

She forgot what she had to say.

His knees settled on her knees, and she whimpered.

His head disappeared under her skirts.

No, he couldn’t—-

She felt him starting to push her legs apart.

Oh my God, what he was doing?

It was broad daylight!

“No!” She tried inching away from him. “My lord, no—-”

But he now had her wide open.

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