Page 48 of The King's Fake Bride

He presses down into me, the bulge of his cock grinding between my legs until it disappears.

As he kisses his way down my body, shoving the babydoll out of his way, his tongue traces patterns on my skin. My fingers sink into his hair, tugging him closer to me.

When his mouth closes over my pussy, I see stars.

His fingers press into me, massaging my inner walls as his tongue flicks over my clit.

My hips rock off the ground with each thrust of his fingers. I hook my leg over his shoulder, gasping when he sucks hard on my clit.

“Yes, I’m so close. Please. Don’t stop.”

Xander crooks his fingers against the spot that drives me wild, thrusting against it until I fall to pieces, whimpering as he slips his fingers out.

He slides out of his slacks and boxers, tossing them to the side and kneeling between my legs. “Touch yourself for me. I want to see how much you want me.”

When his hand wraps around the base of his cock, I don’t think I’ve seen anything more attractive in my life.

I slip my fingers along my slit, teasing myself while I watch him stroke. He groans, gaze burning as I press two fingers into me. I plunge them deeper, riding my hand as he watches.

There’s something about him watching me that turns me on.

“I need you, Xander.” I gasp as another orgasm begins to stir.

He smirks and crawls up my body, grabbing my leg behind the knee and hooking it over his hip.

When he sinks into me, my nails dig into his shoulders. I roll my hips in time with him, meeting each thrust and trying to take him as deep as I can.

My inner walls pulse around him as he buries himself to the hilt. He stiffens, his strokes slowing as he comes.

When he pulls out, his fingers press against my clit, swirling as he kisses my neck, sucking on my pulse point until I feel like I’m going to combust.

His fingers dive into me, hard and fast, his heavy breathing making my body tingle. I come as he takes my nipple into his mouth again, sucking on it hard.

Xander teases me, fingers pressing against my clit while he looks at me. “We should go back to the chamber, but screw that pillow wall for tonight.”

After he helps me to my feet, he grabs his shirt and hands it to me.

I pull it on, the scent of his spicy cologne wrapping around me. If there’s no way that anything else is ever going to happen between us, then at least I have this.

I just wish it wasn’t so difficult.

For the next two years, I just have to focus on doing my best to be a good queen. A good wife.

Doing what’s right for the crown and for myself.

This heat between me and Xander is what feels right. It’s easy.

Kiss the spot beneath his ear so he makes a sound that has my core clenching. Nip at his bottom lip when I’m craving him. Grind against him to be rewarded with one of the low moans in the back of his throat.

And because it’s so easy, I lose myself in it, like I’ve lost myself in every other aspect of my life to avoid feeling the pain.

CHAPTER 17

XANDER

Jorge scowls and slaps the table in front of me. “We’ve barely started the meeting, and yet it feels like you aren’t listening to me. One of these days, you’re going to have to make the crown a priority.”

Daphne springs to her feet. “Watch it, Jorge. I’ve had it up to here with you and the issues you keep creating.”

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