Page 49 of Royal Guard

I cried out as his lips pressed hard against me and his tongue thrust up inside. I rocked and twisted, my thighs clamping tight on his shoulders, the pleasure rocketing skyward. His upper lip found my clit and his hands squeezed my ass, his tongue rough and hot and perfect. I rose up on my toes, rocking there as he fucked me with it. I was panting helplessly, the pleasure lashing and pulling at me, the dark core of it growing and tightening.

The realization hit. He wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going to stop until I—

His lips rubbing over my throbbing clit, the pleasure tightening and tightening—

Until I—

That hard jaw pressed up between my thighs, his tongue splitting my folds, diving and twisting—

Until I—

He sensed I was close and his growl of victory vibrated right up through me.

Oh God!

I screamed and arched my back, rocking and shuddering against him. My legs failed and I had tograb hold of the air conditioning duct behind me as I panted out my climax, my fingers twisting in his hair.

When I was finally still, he stood and kissed me. Then he eased me away from the duct and slid his hands under the robe, pushing it back off my shoulders so that it fell to the floor. I was still so weak and sensitive from pleasure that just the feel of his rough hands on my skin made me tremble. I could barely stand. But that wasn’t a problem because he bent and scooped me up, naked, and hoisted me into the air. I hung there naked in his arms, still panting.

He grabbed the robe in his free hand and walked to where there was a clear area of floor. He spread the robe out and gently laid me down on my back. I lay there looking up at him, stars twinkling in the darkness behind him.

He began to unfasten his shirt as more thunder rolled overhead. Each button revealed more of him: the curving slabs of his hard chest, the pink, dime-sized nipples I’d only imagined until now. Then the hard centerline leading down between the ridges of his abs. I wanted to touch him more than I’ve ever wanted to touch anything: my fingertips tingled with the need to strum across those hard peaks and valleys. I was already thinking about how they’d feel under my lips.

He unbuckled his belt and kicked off his boots. Shucked down his jeans and with it his shorts and—

My eyes locked on his cock as it rose up against his belly, the head thick and gray-purple, silky smooth, the shaft the same rich tan as his body. I swallowed, fear and shameful excitement twisting together, staring at it as he rolled on a condom. I’d known he was big, of course: he was big all over. But it was thickand long andheavyand God could I really—

He knelt slowly between my ankles. Moved higher, nudging my legs apart. I looked up at him, suddenly breathless.This is really happening.

His eyes were clouded with lust. He moved higher still and I felt the first touch of his cock, hard andGodso hot against my inner thigh.God it’s really going to happen—I was panting, crazy for him, but my eagerness was edged with nerves.

He must have seen it in my eyes because he slowed. Stopped. Frowned cautiously at me.

I tried to brazen it out. My hands grabbed his shoulders, fingers tracing his muscles….

But it was too late. “Your—” He broke off. He’d almost called meYour Highness,out of habit. “Kristina. You’ve—Wait—”

We both stared at each other for a second. I could see the growing certainty on his face.

“This is yourfirst time?!”he asked.

I flushed scarlet and looked up at the stars. “It’s...the tradition. I’m meant to wait for my prince.”

When I dared to look at him again, he was shaking his head in shock. “Suddenly, a lot of stuff Emerik said makes sense,” he muttered.

I blushed even harder. And then to my horror, he started to sit up. “Wait!”I grabbed his shoulder again.

“Kristina…” God, that honeyed rumble. It got me every single time, that one man could be so big, so gentle and so powerfully sexual, all at the same time. “You’re meant to wait for—”

“My prince,” I said seriously, looking right at him.

Nowheflushed. “I’m not…” He looked down at himself. “I’m just—”

“You’re notjustanything, Garrett.”

He met my eyes, shocked.

“I want it to be you,” I said firmly. “I want to be—” I felt my face redden and I sort of nodded:you know.

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