Page 55 of A Royal Disaster
“Que rico,” she moaned, tilting her hips to increase the pressure of his tongue on her clit. His soft strokes were driving her right to the edge of sanity. The man was relentless in the pursuit of pleasure, devouring her like a royal feast. His movements were sure and quick, each one heightening her pleasure as she climbed higher and higher toward a crescendo that might wreck her altogether. And then his fingers were pressing into her, filling her and hooking toward the magical spot that could make her come with a single touch.
His name was on her lips as the orgasm shattered her body, breaking it into a million tiny pieces she was sure would be carried away on waves of pleasure, leaving her boneless and utterly satisfied. When she opened her eyes, Liam was on his feet, looking down at her with the kind of ravenous hunger she’d only ever seen in the movies. “That. Was. Amazing.”
“Love, we’re just getting started.”
…
Elena stood before him, a vision of loveliness with her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. He’d never seen her look sexier than she did in that moment, desire darkening her eyes, lips curved in sweet temptation. Her blouse hung askew and her bra was unclasped, revealing her full round breasts. With a flick of the wrist, he sent the blouse drifting to the floor. Then he removed her bra and discarded it with the rest of her clothes.
“That’s more like it.” He reached for her, brushing his thumb across a dusky nipple as he slipped a hand behind her back and pulled her to him, letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“I can’t see anything,” she returned, using his tie to lower his mouth to hers and planting a steamy kiss on his lips, “because you’re still fully clothed.”
“Been a bit busy,” he said, pinching her ass.
She squealed and gave his tie another tug, slipping it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then she went to work on his buttons, wasting no time as her fingers moved nimbly down the row, revealing his own heated flesh. When she reached the last button, she abandoned the effort, moving on to his belt as she rose up on her toes and kissed him again, this time slipping him the tongue.
“I’ve been daydreaming about this all day,” she said, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. She stroked his cock from root to tip and he stiffened, muscles tense with need. “Total distraction. It’s a wonder I got anything done, really.”
He groaned and leaned in to her touch. “I know the feeling.”
She grinned up at him, her tongue sliding seductively across her full lower lip. Christ. The woman was going to kill him.
“I’m not sure you do,” she said, dropping to her knees before him and freeing his cock. “But you will soon enough.”
Without warning, she opened her mouth and took him deep, sucking hard as she cupped his balls, massaging lightly.
“Fuck!” he roared, the pressure at the base of his spine increasing tenfold. He was primed and ready and her hot, wet mouth was almost too much to bear. He braced his hands on the table as she drew back, teasing him with her tongue and tracing a winding path down his shaft. Then she was circling the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue and taking him deep again. It was the best kind of torture, and in that moment he was sure he’d have given up state secretsandhis Netflix password if she’d asked.
“You’re…incredible,” he managed as she brought him higher, moving up and down his cock in a slow, easy rhythm.
Bloody hell. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was one he wanted seared into his brain for eternity, but he’d made a promise, and he intended to keep it. For both their sakes he needed to feel her pussy clenching around him when he came.
“Elena, I’m going to come inside you tonight.” He lifted her to her feet and swept her up in his arms, turning toward the bedroom, where he knew she had a stash of condoms in the nightstand.
When they reached the room, he laid her out on the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. She stretched, arching her back like a sexy, satisfied feline and watched as he pulled a condom from the drawer then rolled it over the length of his cock.
Elena licked her lips, anticipation lighting her eyes as she watched his approach. “That’s a rather impressive scepter you’ve got there, Your Highness.”
Liam grinned and knelt on the edge of the bed. He offered Lena his hand and she laced her fingers with his as he pulled her up on her knees. “What can I say? I’m twice blessed.”
“Indeed,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair. She lifted her chin and kissed him, taking his lower lip between her teeth. Liam gripped her hip and deepened the kiss before spinning her around so that her back was pressed to his chest. She moved her ass in a slow circle, teasing him as he lifted the hair from her neck and trailed kisses over her skin.
Lena tasted like citrus and sweat and sunshine. It was a unique blend and so completely hers that he couldn’t get enough of it. The need to devour it—to devour her—burned through his veins. Hell, she could bottle that shit and he’d pay a king’s ransom to ensure no one else ever had the pleasure of enjoying it.
As if sensing his need, she tipped her head back and turned to him with hooded eyes. He met her halfway, capturing her mouth with his own as he poured everything he felt but couldn’t say into the kiss. He wasn’t great with feelings, butthishe could do. He knew how to pleasure his woman. And she was his, no doubt about it. He skimmed his hands over her abdomen, one sliding north to cup her breast, one moving south to part her sweet folds.
Christ, she was wet.
Ready.
Needy.
Just like him.
She braced her hands on the headboard as he peppered kisses along her neck and shoulders. Then he positioned himself behind her, nudging at her entrance.
She leaned back, testing him, letting his cock glide over her clit.
