Page 88 of Regally Binding

He crowded her body, and she revelled in him. Her hand slipped beneath his joggers and palmed his dick as she had earlier. Foreplay was better than running. His mouth reachedher strappy top, and he pulled it down and wrapped his lips around her nipple.

Liss whimpered loudly.

“I know, baby,” he replied. He shoved her joggers and underwear to the ground, and she kicked them off. His joggers and T-shirt quickly followed after he retrieved a condom from the pocket.

“I thought you weren’t the sort of bodyguard who had sex in the open,” she teased between gasps that made her thrust against him even as he tried to sheath himself.

“I’m the sort of bodyguard who’s always prepared,” he replied, grabbing her thighs and pulling her against him. Her chuckle stuck in her throat as arousal dripped around her body like he’d injected it into her blood. “And I’m always fucking horny for you.”

He pushed her against a tree before lining his dick up and thrusting into her.

“Again,” she cried as he eased out and pushed back in. Some moments were for making love, and others were for the sort of sex Liss had missed all her adult years. Pure, wanton fucking. She’d be touching herself for days, remembering his cock inside her body and his words in her head.

Bark scratched her back. A princess shouldn’t have evidence of the feral fuck she had with her bodyguard, but she didn’t care. The pain branded the moment to her soul.

His lips continued to caress her neck and breasts as goosebumps exploded across her skin. Her hands cradled his head against her body as she cried her pleasure. Her thighs were tight against his hips, and she held onto him like he could save her from the storms of her life.

“Vocal, aren’t you?” Bear said between kisses. His smile blessed her flesh.

“I want everyone to know how fucking needy and dirty you make me,” she said before screaming as he thrust into her deeply.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to destroy me.”

“Just a matter of time, Chambers,” she said between pants as he continued pushing her orgasm higher.

Her use of his surname was a catalyst, and he kissed and sucked while pounding her relentlessly. Bear offered her the endorphins she needed to break her thoughts. Suddenly, her orgasm exploded. She held on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders as her arms shuddered. Liss repeated his surname. His climax carried her deeper into ecstasy, and his body shook into hers.

She kissed his lips and neck and sucked on his ear lobe between gasps. Sweat covered the hairs of his chest, dampening her top.

“Bloody hell,” he said between pants that made him quiver nearly as much as his climax had. “Sex with you is just—it’s everything.”

Eventually, he carried her back to her stump and eased away from her once he was sure she stood on her own. Liss shivered in the cool air as he helped her put her joggers back on before dressing himself. They stared at each other, eye to eye, once more. She swallowed as he appraised her body. In the stillness of the forest, it was as if the words flooding their mouths were too impossible to share.

Bear bit at her lips and stroked her cheek with his palm. She closed her eyes and breathed in their shared moment. After minutes of immersing themselves in each other, they headed back to the house hand in hand.

Bear’s phone rang as they walked. “Strike, what’s up?” The words on the other end were brief. “Fucking hell. I guess we’dbest get home. We’ll pack up and be on the road soon. I’ll call you when we’re close.”

Strike’s voice wasn’t loud enough for Liss to understand, but Bear’s response was clear. “They’re escalating if they’re willing to plant a bomb in the pub. There’s no point hiding anymore. It’s safer for everyone if they think they know where to find her.”

Chapter Forty-One

Everything took longer than planned, with Bear insisting they ate and showered before returning home.

Liss thumbed the heart talisman as they drifted through the countryside in the four-by-four. Shapes leered through the darkness. They were trees and nothing more, yet every figure represented a threat or enemy that didn’t exist two weeks ago.

Someone had planted a bomb at her pub. They found it before anything happened. But she fixated on the realisation that she and Bear had lost their last night together.

And there was her new family. She wasn’t ready to lose her grandad.

Liss tapped restlessly against her chair. There was much to learn about the past and questions she wanted to ask on behalf of her mum. A title couldn’t be enough for Alex to kill his dad. Sickness filled her belly as if she’d ingested poison. That she could be Queen in days loomed like a spectre. Liss gritted her teeth to ward off panic.

“You’re overthinking.” Bear’s gravelly voice cut into her thoughts. “Talk to me, Princess.”

His hand rested on her bobbing thigh. “Shouldn’t you call me Queen now?” she snapped.

“That explains why you’re overthinking.”

“What do you expect?” she shouted. The panic hit thick and fast, and she took it out on her closest ally.

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