Page 30 of The Royal Flame
I see stars and for a moment, wish I never had to return to reality.
But ultimately, I do.
The first thing I see is River’s beautiful eyes staring at me, but his expression is cautious.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried maybe I pushed him into this.
He nods, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead. “I’m perfect… Are you okay?”
I wet my lips with my tongue then nod. “I’m perfect too. That was… That was amazing. We should do it again, Like a lot.”
He chuckles, and relief washes over me. But then I feel how hard he is against me and note the tension in his body.
I pluck a kiss from his lips then trail my fingers down his chest.
“Maddy,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Do you want me to?” I ask, worried he’s protest mean he doesn’t.
He shakes his head, his throat muscles bobbing as he swallows hard. “No, that’s not it at all… I just… I just want to make sure you don’t think you have to.”
I smile amusedly. “When have I ever done anything just because I think I have to.”
He releases a choked laugh. “True.”
“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, my fingers lingering just beneath the waistband of his shorts.
He bobs his head up and down. “God yes.” He lets out a broken groan as he lowers his head and presses his face against the side of my neck.
I have no clue what I’m doing.
But that doesn’t matter.
Not with him.
With River, I never feel out of place, which is weird, considering how different we are. Minus the social class, though, I think he might be perfect for me. So that’s what I focus on. And he clutches onto me like I’m his tether, holding onto him in this world of darkness that is bending around us, trying to rip us apart.
Will anything ever change?
God do I hope so.
A few minutes later, River and I are lying side by side on my bed. I’m still wearing the T-shirt I pulled on and I’m pretty certain I reek of sweat. River is still in his running clothes too and doesn’t seem that motivated to get up and change.
Finally, he rolls onto his side to look at me. “You still good with everything?”
“You mean with you giving me an orgasm?” I question bluntly. “Or me giving you one?”
He bites on his bottom lip, his cheeks slightly flushing. “Sometimes I feel like you get off on embarrassing me.”
I hold up my hand with my finger and thumb an inch apart. “Maybe just a bit.”
Shaking his head, he dips his lips and plucks a kiss from my mouth. “One day, beautiful girl, I’m going to pay you back.”
My stomach flutters so intensely that I have to press my lips together to stifle a gasp. He kisses me once more before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head.
“So… I was thinking, after class today, we could try to go talk to some people who know the women that are in this alleged society our mothers may have belong to. I think we can start with work colleagues and move from there.”
I sit up too and scoot the edge of the bed. “That’s a good idea. My last class today ends at two.”
