Page 54 of A Royal Disaster
Lena’s legs trembled as she climbed the stairs to her apartment, Liam’s words echoing in her head. He was just steps behind her, prepared to make good on his promise of mind-blowing pleasure, and it was all she could do not to fling herself at him and beg for mercy. Sex with Liam was always amazing—the man was insatiable—and she could feel the dynamic of their relationship shifting again, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on how.
Pulse pounding, she reached for the light as she entered the apartment, but Liam captured her hand, closing his fingers firmly over hers. She turned to face him, the full moon casting a milky glow over the kitchen that made his arctic eyes shine bright.
Should she offer him a drink?
No. That would take time, and she was like an addict, craving his touch and the inevitable release that would follow.
Liam seemed to be on the same page. He caressed her throat with his left hand even as his right pulled the pencil from her hair, sending it cascading down her back like a waterfall. “I want to taste you, love. All of you.”
“I—” The words died on her lips. Her mouth was so dry, speech would be impossible, so in the end she just nodded.
And then Liam was moving, gripping her hips and lifting her up so that her sex was pressed to his erection. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to feel the glorious friction their bodies created when lined up just right. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him close, tangling her fingers in his hair as she lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was quick and dirty, more a battle cry than a mating of lips, as she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, demanding entry.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groaned, raking his fingers over her back and fisting them in her hair. With a firm grip, he twisted her head to the side, revealing her neck to him. And then he was kissing and sucking and biting the tender flesh even as her thighs quivered in anticipation. Lena rocked her hips against him, moaning as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. It felt so fucking good, but she needed more.
Always more with Liam.
He made her feel safe, cherished even. She didn’t need to hold back or make excuses for who she was or what might go wrong. He accepted her—no,appreciatedher—exactly as she was. Her belly clenched at the realization, the need to join her body with his becoming a desperate ache.
“Too many clothes,” she panted, grinding her hips against him.
“Couldn’t agree more.” He carried her to the table and sat her on the edge. Then he went to work on the buttons of her blouse, starting at the top and working his way down to reveal the simple cotton bra underneath. “Bloody gorgeous,” he said, palming her breast and squeezing the flesh gently as he unhooked the clasp of her bra to reveal the tight buds below.
Her nipples were so hard it bordered on painful, and she would’ve traded her soul for release in that moment. Liam must’ve seen it on her face, because he gave her a sly smile and lowered his mouth to her breast, hesitating just out of reach.
“Don’t be a tease,” she ground out, wriggling her hips closer to the edge of the table so she could feel the press of his cock on her.
Liam blew a hot breath across her nipple and she whimpered, need coiling low in her belly. When he made no move to touch her, she took matters into her own hands, sliding her palms over her breasts and squeezing her nipples so hard her hips bucked forward.
That seemed to do the trick, shifting the balance of power from Liam to Lena as his restraint slipped.
He grabbed her wrists and forced her back to the table, his long body covering hers as he pinned her hands above her head. “My turn,” he said, sucking her left nipple into his mouth and circling it with his tongue before biting down suddenly. Pleasure shot through her like a bolt, and she locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him closer. He continued to work her with his tongue as his left hand skimmed down her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. When he cupped her right breast and brushed his thumb across the tight bud, she sighed with pleasure.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, his hand continuing to move south, skating over the curve of her hip and settling under her ass. With a quick jerk, he lifted her from the table, cupping her backside as he stroked her with the head of his cock. Lena’s eyes rolled back and she cursed her stupid leggings.
The nudists obviously had it right all along.
As if reading her mind, Liam slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down with one hard tug. The sound of tearing fabric rent the air, but she was beyond caring. The only thing that mattered now was pleasure.
“I’d apologize,” Liam said, a wicked gleam in his eye, “but I’m not sorry in the least.”
Lena laughed and wriggled her hips. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it up to me.”
“Oh, I’ve got one or two ideas already,” Liam said, his gaze raking over her bare flesh. He separated her thighs, leaving her fully exposed. It should have felt vulnerable, awkward even, but with Liam she never felt anything but safe. That in itself was unnerving, but she was determined not to overthink it and enjoy the ride. There was nothing in his touch but admiration and the promise of orgasms, and right now, that’s exactly what she needed.
“Just one or two?” she teased. “What happened to working my body all night long?”
Liam arched a brow but said nothing. Just stroked her inner thigh, his gaze burning a hole right through her as he worked his way north, teasing her mercilessly. When he finally reached her core and slid a finger through her slick folds, she damn near orgasmed on the spot, her back bowing off the table as she arched into his touch.
“If you know nothing else about me, Elena, know that I always keep my promises,” he said, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking it like a lollipop.
Damn. The man was hot as fuck. She’d known it on a cerebral level, because, hello, World’s Most Eligible Bachelor, but seeing him suck her flavor off his fingers?
That was something else altogether.
Liam dropped to his knees and Lena pushed up on her elbows. The sight of him between her legs, kneeling before her despite all his power, was an aphrodisiac like no other. This time, she watched as he touched her. His fingers glided over her tender flesh, and her muscles clenched, the tension between her legs building with each pass. He circled her clit with the pad of his thumb and she saw stars, the need for release a desperate ache that made her skin feel too small, too tight. And then he was tasting her, really tasting her as his tongue pressed against her opening with the promise of an orgasm unlike any she’d experienced before.
What had he said? That she’d come so hard the line between pleasure and pain would be eviscerated?
