Page 110 of Royal Fling
She had long, wavy black hair, and a beautiful smile.
“I see the mill’s done it’s rounds,” Luke commented.
“Did you think Mrs. Marina wouldn’t call me to tell me she met the Prince of Elysia?” Melody laughed. “Nice to meet you. I’m Melody.”
“Likewise,” I said.
“What? You’re not going to make a whole fuss about him?” Luke asked her.
“I will. But considering how long you boys have been apart, I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’ve got a much more… pressing matter at hand.”
She wiggled her eyebrows only to get Luke’s disapproving groan, but she handed us a key and laughed.
“Oh, and please get Nikolas a room,” Luke said. “He’s outside in the big Mercedes. We’ll be… busy for a while.”
“I’ll take care of it,” she said.
“Oh God! Alone at last!” Luke screamed as soon as he closed the door behind him.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Be careful, darling. Some would say you’re desperate,” I teased.
“Some would be correct,” Luke said and attacked me with hands, lips, and tongue until we fell back onto the soft bed.
He moaned.
“God, I missed this,” he said. “I thought I’d never be on top of you again.”
“Me neither.”
I massaged his ear with two fingers, staring deep into his eyes, feeling the heat of his body warming up mine.
Four weeks had been long enough. And to think I wouldn’t even have come if my family hadn’t ganged up on me.
“I really am sorry, Luke. If I could…”
He hushed me, his forefinger landing on my lips as he exhaled on me.
“You’ve done your groveling, and you’ve paid your dues. That’s enough.”
I took a deep breath, and Luke’s lips quirked to the side. His length hardened against mine, and I closed my eyes to enjoy its proximity once again.
He dipped his head and caught my lips, their taste just as familiar as it had been before. His wandering tongue awakened me as if from hibernation. Shivers ran all over my body. I was in his arms again.
Thank the Heavens.
I drank him, his essence. Everything I’d missed as he rubbed his erection against me, making both our cocks throb with need.
His fingers brushed my stomach, taking hold of the hem of my T-shirt and pulling it off me. He traced circles on my torso, biting his lip as if he were admiring a work of art and not my just body.
It was good to be under his watchful gaze again. To be under his care.
I grabbed his Henley and yanked it off so I could admire his body, too. We slowly undressed each other, making a ritual out of it, building it up. And when we laid in bed in our birthday suits, I was in desperate need of his cock in me. To have him fill me up again. To have him pleasure me like only he knew how.
We kissed and kissed some more until my mouth was sore, and even then, we didn’t stop. I fisted our cocks together and rubbed them, mixing our precum to smooth the gesture.
“Oh, Lucas,” I groaned. “Please don’t walk away from me ever again. I don’t know if I can live without your touch anymore.”
