Page 34 of Royally F*cked

Charlie gasps and pushes against my chest, mumbling the word stop against my lips.

Taking a single step back, I do as she wishes while watching her face - looking for answers, a reaction; something. When the silence lingers between us for too long, I have to ask, “Are you even beginning to understand the impact you have on me?”

With one kiss, she has awoken a part of my soul that no one else has been able to reach and I find myself nearly desperate for her opinion. For her approval.

“I…I…I think so?”

“Is that a question?” I smirk.

“Shh!” she presses a finger to my lips. “I need a second to think. Thank you very much.”

Well, that’s something, I think to myself while she gathers her thoughts.

“You’re quite satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?” Charlie asks after a long pause.

Glancing down at my cock that is still rock hard from just a kiss, and then back up at her, I raise a brow. “Satisfied isn’t the word I’d use.”

A shy smile plays on her lips as she notices the collateral damage. “Ooohh.”

“Yes, Charlie. Oooh. You did this. All you.”

She swallows and averts her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Never, ever, apologize for having that effect on me.” I lift her chin again so she can see that I mean what I’m saying. “And never doubt my attraction to you. Not for a single moment. Are we clear?”

Charlie nods.

“Good. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, please eat. We need to leave for the castle within the hour.”

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