Page 50 of Royal Player
His lips curve up. “Just for that, I’m going to torture you and go extra slow.”
I smile and kiss him. I’m more eager this time, more aggressive with him, and he responds in kind. No slow sensual torture here. The kiss turns rough and carnal as he rolls me under him, his hands roaming my body, sure and demanding. This is him in his natural aggressive state, and I love that he lets go with me. He pulls away only long enough for a condom and then he’s back, sliding deep inside me. It takes my breath away. I arch my hips, my body stretching to accommodate him. I’m a little sore, but then he starts moving, the angle just perfect, and I’m back in my hazy cloud of pleasure.
He lifts his head, holding my jaw with one big hand, his thumb stroking the sensitive spot under my ear, his aquamarine eyes intent on mine. He stills, buried deep inside me. “You’re staying with me. Here on Villroy.”
I swallow, unsure what to say. I’ll consider staying, but part of me still wants my birthright. I hope to make Oscar part of it. I just don’t know how yet.
He lets out a breath, slips his fingers between us, and strokes me rapidly. My brain shuts down as he rocks into me, bringing me up higher and higher. I’m panting and so close. Oh God.
“With me,” he bites out.
My breath catches at the intensity in his eyes. And then I realize I’ve already made my choice. “Yes, I’m with you.”
I don’t know what he does, something wicked with his fingers and a hard thrust, and then I’m gone, my body racked with a shuddering climax. He pounds into me, carrying me along for a ride of sweet aching pleasure.
I leave the bed a short while later, knowing I need to get back to my room undetected. This ache will remind me all day of our special time together. Now I just have to figure out a strategy to have the man I want and the kingdom I deserve.
~ ~ ~
Later that morning, I’ve just stepped out of the shower, a towel around my head and a thick robe on, when there’s a knock at my bedroom door. Probably Lina to see about my breakfast.
“Come in,” I call.
Marge steps inside. “You slept late. I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
I lift one shoulder. I raced from Oscar’s room in the west wing back to my room in the east wing and straight into the shower. I cut it really close this morning. I won’t have to sneak once I come up with a good plan for keeping Oscar in my life. First, I need to buy some time and extend my stay here.
She presses her lips together in a tight line. “There’s been a hurricane warning for Beaumont. Category 4.”
My mind races with the implications. Category 4 is devastating. Winds of more than one hundred miles per hour, torrential rain, flooding, power outages. We’ve been lucky not to have such a powerful storm in decades. “How certain are they?”
She shakes her head. “As certain as weather ever is. We should keep an eye on it.”
“Are they evacuating the islands?”
“No. It’s still high tourist season, and there’s a lot of people there. They’re going to wait.”
Always the balance between tourism and our economy, but safety needs to be taken seriously. “They can’t wait too long or the airport will shut down.”
She nods.
“Thank you, Marge, for keeping me informed. I’ll keep a close watch.”
She studies me for a moment. “If the worst happens, they’ll need your leadership to see the kingdom through and give them hope. You’ve always been the symbol of a golden future.”
I take a deep breath. “I will do what I can.”
“You must do your duty.”
“I know my place,” I say quietly.
She steps closer. “Do you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She lowers her voice. “I’ve seen how he looks at you. He watches you with love in his eyes.”
I turn to my closet and pull out an outfit, refusing to comment. What Oscar and I have is private and not up for discussion.
