Page 34 of Royal Beast
“You took me so well, sweetheart,” I say, my voice gruff as I pull her into my arms. “I’m proud of you.”
Darcy hums and snuggles against me, breathing in my scent. I stroke her hair, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I want youinside me,” she says, looking up at me with pleading in her eyes. “Haven’t I been a good girl?” The question reignites the flame of desire inside me, and suddenly, my exhaustion is all but forgotten.
“God, Darcy. The things you do to me. I want to fuck you so hard and stuff you full of my seed,” I breathe out. I groan and push her down, straddling her waist as I grip her wrists gently in one hand, placing them above her head.
A pleading sob escapes her throat as she closes her eyes, body aflame with need. I bend down, kissing the column of her neck before whispering into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you all night long, Wildflower.”
Darcy spreads her legs and pushes upward, trying to feed my stiffening cock into her pussy without the use of her hands. I chuckle, pulling back for a moment.
“Relax,” I order. “Remember, I’m in charge here.”
Darcy’s lower lip sticks out in a pout. “Fine,” she says, going limp beneath me. I line myself up and drive in deep. I brace my hand against her head and start rocking back and forth, savoring how wet she is for me.
“Oh, God,” I mumble, my arms moving down to cage her in. “Fuck, Darcy, your pussy was made for me.”
Her hands move to grip the tops of my arms, encouraging me to push deeper, the tip of my cock kissing her womb with every thrust. “Oh, yes,” she cries out. “Please, don’t stop. Need you. Need you so much!”
Her words spur me on and I start thrusting harder, faster, deeper, my hands going to her waist to grip her tightly. “Gonna fill you so full,” I promise.
Our bodies move in unison, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She tangles her hands in my hair as her hips piston against mine, sweat dotting her brow.
I lean down and mash my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, mouths moving together as I suck her lower lip between my teeth. Desperation fuels us as we continue to kiss, my hands roaming over her skin.
“Harder!” she begs. I slip out and flip her around, then begin pounding into her from behind, thrusting as deep as I can go.
My hands fly up to grope at her breasts, the flesh soft and supple in my hands as I take her apart. She rams her ass backward, matching my frenetic pace thrust for thrust. Leaning forward, I bite down on her shoulder. This sets her off, the orgasm ripping its way through her like a wave crashing on the shore. She cries out, and I bite down again, leaving a mark as my own climax hits, my seed spilling deep into her womb.
The force nearly knocks me over and I collapse over her back, panting as I try to catch my breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat and as I slowly pull out, I feel sticky from head to toe.
“Fuck,” Darcy breathes, lying flat on the bed on her tummy.
“Fuck,” I echo, a chuckle escaping me. I haven’t had sex that intense in a long time. If I thought it was hard to get Darcy off my mind before, I know it will be impossible now. There’s no way I can let her walk away after a night like tonight.
We lie there together for a few minutes in the afterglow, allowing our bodies to calm and giving ourselves a moment to catch our breath.
“Let me help you get cleaned up,” I say. Darcy makes a noise of protest. I lean down and kiss the bite mark on her shoulder. “You did such a good job, I want to take care of you,” I insist.
She rolls over, and I scoop her up easily, carrying her to the ensuite bathroom. I start the shower and test the water temperature. After such an intense sexual encounter, I want to give Darcy some good aftercare.
Once under the hot stream, I gently wash her skin, tracing soapy circles over her body. I wash her hair, massaging her scalpwith the suds. She’s still in a hazy daze, enjoying every second of the pampering. Once we’re done cleaning up, I carry her back into the bedroom and towel her off, then comb out her hair.
I wrap her in one of my plush robes and fetch her some water, making sure she drinks the entire glass before I bend down and kiss her forehead.
“Good girl,” I say, reiterating my praise. “You were wonderful. I’m very pleased, darlin’.”
A faint smile crosses Darcy’s face, and I climb into bed next to her, pulling her close. I can feel her heartbeat, and I savor the closeness as the two of us begin to drift off.
17
DARCY
Iwake up to the soft, golden light filtering through the blinds, a smile on my face. But as I shift, every muscle protests. A dull ache reminds me sharply of the events from last night, of everything I let happen, and for a brief moment, I wish I could just close my eyes and sink back into the comfort and oblivion of sleep.
Then the reality of what today is comes crashing in. It’s my first day back to work after taking last week off. Time to face the real world again.
My body protests as I sit up, and I try to ignore the soreness that lingers, a stark reminder of the intense sex from the night before.
I gave in to him again, allowing myself to be swept up into the idea of being at his mercy. I don’t know why I let that happen. I shouldn’t have given up control so easily. I shouldn’t have allowed him to sway me the way he did.
