Page 134 of Guarded King

I’m not prepared when he appears in the doorway, so tall and dark and forbidding.

He’s already shed his jacket, and his lips are curled in a wolfish smile while he takes me in. My core clenches in response.

As he stalks toward me, he tugs at his bow tie until it hangs loose around his throat. When he reaches the end of the bed, he stops and stares down at me.

“Look at you,” he murmurs.

Goose bumps erupt over my skin at his slow perusal.

He drags the tie from his neck and drops it to the ground. “Spread your legs.”

Pulse racing, I obey, bringing my knees up before letting them drop to the side.

Though his movements are leisurely as he works at the buttons of his shirt, the look in his eye and the tic in his jaw are anything but.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He shrugs his shirt off his shoulders. “All night, I counted down the minutes until I could get you here, in my bed.”

“I had fun.” My voice wavers with need.

He hits me with a wicked smirk. “I know. I watched you have fun all night. Now it’s my turn. Slide your hand into your panties and show me how wet you are.”

I tease the edge of my panties with my fingers, and when his eyes flare in response, heat pools in my belly.

“Keep going.”

Slowly, I slip my hand underneath the delicate material and into my slick heat. As I graze my clit, my lashes flutter of their own accord. As much as I want to linger there, I keep going, gathering my arousal then holding my fingers up so he can see how they glisten.

He groans, the sound vibrating over my skin. “You always make such a pretty mess for me.”

Without bothering to take off his pants, he drops to his knees on the mattress between my legs and grips my wrist.

“Don’t want this to go to waste.”

Instead of sliding my wet fingers into his mouth like I expect, he directs them to my chest and drags them over my nipple, teasing it to a hard point as he paints it with my arousal.

Then his lips are there, engulfing the tight peak and sucking. The sensation sends a bolt of electricity straight to my clit, pulling a gasp from me and causing my back to arch off the bed.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Roman,” I moan, clutching at his hair.

He moves over me then, kissing me, sharing my taste and his. His tongue thrusts deep, stealing my breath and my mind.

With shaky hands, I fumble with his belt buckle, desperate to touch him.

He pulls away before I can unfasten it and stands. With far more ease, he works it open and pulls it free. Next comes the zipper. Then his pants slip down his hips. When he’s in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs, he climbs back onto the bed and shoves his hand into my panties, sliding one finger into me.

“You’re still soaking. Have you been thinking about this all night?”

My entire body is on fire. “You know I have.”

As he slips a second finger inside me, he lowers his head and teases my nipples again, sucking and licking until they’re diamond-hard points.

He pumps into me while pressing his thumb against my clit. Before I know it, I’m bucking my hips as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I’m still coming back to earth when he wraps my thong around his fist and snaps the fabric. “Now show me how wide you can spread for me.”

I let my knees fall open again, reveling in his responding growl. Focus fixed on my center, he lowers himself, using his shoulders to force my legs wider. The first swipe of his tongue drags a whimper out of me. I’m so damn sensitive, and thethrusts of his tongue into me, followed by long licks from my entrance to my clit, push me dangerously close to another orgasm.

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