Page 90 of Reckless Royalty

Leaning back, I watch as her eyes widen slightly and her lips part like she’s about to respond, but I don’t give her the chance. I capture her lips with mine, swallowing whatever words she was about to say.

The kiss is demanding, possessive, and she melts into it, her body arching against mine like she was made for this—for me.

“Mihai,” she says again, her voice breathless, and it’s like gasoline on a fire. I nip at her bottom lip and she gasps. Igrin and lean back before I pull her dress down to expose her gorgeous, full tits.

“Fuck, look at you,” I groan, my hand tightening on her waist as I lean back down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth and I bite down gently, soothing the mark with my tongue.

She lets out the softest, most addictive little whimper, like she’s trying to hold herself back, and I can feel every soft, supple curve pressing against me.

“Mihai, w-what are you doing?”

I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my eyes locking onto hers. “What I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” I admit, my voice raw. “You’re not stopping me, are you?”

Her lips part like she wants to argue, but no words come out. Instead, she shakes her head slightly, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs so I can see what’s mine, baby.”

I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and it’s not just the way her body feels against mine—it’s the way she reacts to me, the way she’s trying so damn hard to hold onto some sense of composure but failing beautifully.

“Wait—”

“Shhh,” I murmur, leaning in to brush my lips along her jawline. “No running. No hiding. Let me see you, Madison.”

Her lips twitch like she’s about to say something, but instead, she surprises me by reaching for the hem of her silk dress. Slowly, she pulls it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties that have my blood fucking boiling.

“There’s my girl,” I purr, my hands sliding over her bare sides, savoring the warmth of her skin. “So damn beautiful.”

She swallows hard as she lays back down, her hands fidgeting at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with them. I catch them in mine, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Relax,” I tell her, my tone softening as I get in between her legs. “I’ve got you. Let me show you how perfect you are to me.”

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she nods, and I can see the trust she’s placing in me. It fucking undoes me.

I lower my head, pressing slow, lingering kisses along the tattoo on her collarbone, down to her shoulder, and then back up to the hollow of her throat. My hand drifts lower, tracing the curve of her waist, her hip, before settling over the peacock tattoo on her thigh.

“My favorite one of yours,” I say as I grip it gently, pulling her closer and she gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and I feel a surge of pride at the way she responds to me. I pull back just enough to catch her gaze.

“You’re mine, Maddy,” I tell her as I trail my kisses down her chest. “Every inch of you. Say it.”

Her lips part, but she hesitates, her blush deepening even further.

“Say it,” I repeat as I lick her pretty pink nipples. “I need to hear you, baby.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice so soft I barely catch it.

But it’s enough. Those words—my words—coming from her lips light something in me I didn’t even know was there. I spread her thighs and run my thumb over her clit through her panties.

“Baby, you’re soaked for me,” I groan, then I peer down at her. Her blush deepens, creeping down her neck, and damn if she doesn’t look absolutely stunning like this. Flustered. Nervous. But not pulling away. Not saying no.

She swallows hard; her gaze darting away, but I gently grip her chin, tilting her face back to me. “Eyes on me, Maddy. I want to see every reaction.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I pull down her panties and throw them on the floor. My eyes immediately lock on her glistening cunt, and I can’t help but groan.

“If you want me to stop, you better say something right now,” I say as I settle on my stomach and throw her legs over my shoulders. “Can I feast on your pussy, baby?”

She whimpers a ‘yes’, and fuck me, the sound shoots straight to my gut, making me grip her thighs harder.

“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing the tip of my tongue against her clit, barely giving her enough pressure to satisfy the ache.

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