Page 72 of Royal Beast
She writhes again, liquid heat flooding me as she comes again, stirring something primal in me.
Once she stops moving, I sit up and turn, pulling her to lie against my chest. I’m not done with her yet, but I need a momentto rest. Being in my thirties means I don’t have the same recovery period I did in my youth.
She shifts so we’re spooning together, and my hand comes up to splay across her belly, stroking the soft skin there as we cuddle. I lean down and place a few kisses against her neck, trying to convey my gratitude without words.
As I come down from the high, my chest constricts, recalling the moment of clarity I had before my orgasm. Am I falling in love with this woman?
The answer seems almost laughably obvious the more I think about it. How else do I explain the years of obsession I’ve had, the desire to protect her and her child, the whole arranged marriage thing?
Of course, I have feelings for Darcy. The question is, how does she feel about me? I can’t bring myself to ask right now, afraid to break the silence with a question I may not want to hear the answer to. It’s possible that without the marriage, I might have been able to eventually grow something with her, but since I pushed for this arrangement, anything she feels has been the result of forced proximity and duress.
Instead of stressing about it, I move my hands to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples idly between my fingers. She shifts, subtly grinding her ass against me, a little whine escaping her throat.
One hand moves down to fondle the patch of hair between her thighs, stroking and toying with it as I tease just above the opening of her pussy lips.
She groans again, pushing her ass back more determinedly, rubbing the cheeks over my cock.
“Do you want to go again?” I tease, whispering the words in a low tone into her ear.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you right now, Kellan. Make me feel good. Take me just like this. I want to feel you inside me while your arms are around me.”
I smile, kissing the top of her head. “Anything you want, Wildflower,” I tell her.I’m always going to give you everything you might ever want, I think to myself.
But now isn’t the time to dwell on such promises. Right now, I want to make love to Darcy, join our bodies together as deeply as we can, and stay there until we’ve drunk our fill and eased all the worries and stress away.
35
DARCY
Kellan’s arms are wrapped around me, and I want more. I need more. Everything has been so crazy lately, and the only constant in my life is him, is this simmering tension between us. It’s the only thing I can rely on.
I lift one knee, allowing his cock to bump up against my sex as he teases the downy, soft hairs on my pubis. It’s heavenly, having him close like this. I’ve even managed to put everything else out of my mind.
The sensations are too much and yet not enough at the same time. I need more. “Kellan,” I beg, wanting him to push inside me already.
He sighs, the sound quiet and soft in the dimly lit room, then begins to press himself into me, sliding in easily after two orgasms. My body is singing as he begins to slowly press inside me, testing the waters, so to speak.
With a gentle rhythm, he starts to rock his hips back and forth, hands moving over my breasts, down to my stomach, then back up again to hold me close.
I feel his breath on my skin as he leans forward against my shoulder, watching my stomach bulge ever so slightly each time his cock pushes deep inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I’m so deep inside you. Look how deep I am.”
“You feel so good, so deep,” I echo, my tone almost whiny as I press a hand over the soft bulge. “You’re all the way here.”
The words seem to spur him on because he starts to move a little faster now, his fingers moving across my breasts more insistently, flicking the nipples before twisting them in his fingers.
“Oh, yes,” he moans. “Oh, Darcy, fuck. You’re so tight. No matter how many times I’m deep in your pussy, you’re always so tight for me.”
I love it when he tells me how tight I am like I’m made for him, made for his cock to carve out a space in my cunt. My pussy throbs, and I move my hand down, stroking my clit in tight little circles as his hips start to nudge into mine, balls slapping against the backs of my thighs.
“Kellan!” I cry out, moving my fingers faster. I need more, I need him deep inside me again. I want him so deep that he can never leave me, so deep that I’m just a living sex toy for his cock.
His hips piston in and out now, the wet smacking noises filling the room as we come together over and over again. The familiar pressure starts to build, and he changes position slightly, angling his cock so it’s rubbing against the spot inside me that pushes me over the edge, spilling slick all over him.
I come with a shout, his name on my lips. “Oh, yes!”
He pushes into me once, twice more, then freezes up, hands moving down to my hips to hold me in place while he sends a load deep into my awaiting womb.
