Page 31 of Royal Protector

“No,” she says, turning and pointing at me. “You’re going to take out your keycard and follow me into the elevator. Then we’re going to go up to the safe room, and we are going to have sex. And then you will bite me. The end.” She accentuates her point by poking me in the chest before spinning on her heel and heading toward the elevator.

ISABELLA

We are barely inside the hotel room when Antoine growls, scooping me up and nearly throwing me on the bed. In an instant, he’s on top of me, scenting my neck with great gulps of air as if I’m his only source of oxygen.

“Are you sure about this?” he says, nipping at my neck and licking up the length.

“I’m sure,” I say, my voice already thick with lust. “I want to be yours. Only yours.”

He growls again, taking another great sniff of my neck. “It’s going to be so good, my pretty girl. So good, the two of us together.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” I tease, hiding the nervous tremble in my voice. I tug at his t-shirt, and he pulls it over his head in one movement, tossing it to the side. It hits the nightstand and knocks over an unlit lamp, but neither of us cares.

His chest is right there, and I coax him to flip on his back so I can kiss down his sternum and trace the dark line of hair that leads to something amazing, hidden just under his jeans. “Take these off, too.”

He rolls off me, standing just long enough to shuck his shoes and jeans. Then he leans over, removing each of my shoes and pressing soft kisses to my ankle. I tremble at every touch of his mouth. Who knew that ankle kisses could bring on such lust?

“I am going to worship each and every inch of you,” he says before beginning the slowest trail of kisses up my leg, around my knee, and across the soft, sensitive flesh of my thigh.

By the time he reaches the apex of my pelvis, I’m already arching into the air, and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet.

“Please,” I beg, because when am I not begging when I’m with this man in such a heady way?

He chuckles against my skin and blows a hot stream of air against my core that makes me shiver. Then, the bastard moves away from me, refusing to taste me, moving straight to the soft skin of my belly.

“What are you doing?” I whine. “You’re going the wrong way!”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he says, and he has me sit up just long enough to pull the dress over my head. “I’m just making a detour up here before I return.”

He stares hungrily at my chest, his finger tracing the intricate lace of my black bra. He nips at the swollen mounts where they peak out through the top, then slides his hand behind me and unlatches the lingerie with one quick movement. The bra joins my dress, abandoned on the hotel room floor.

“So gorgeous,” he mutters, exploring my breasts with his hands. He licks and sucks at the skin around each one, then cups the left one, teasing it with the flat of his palm.

My pulse is drumming loudly in my ear, and I arch again, my body pleading with him to take me, to make me his in all ways. He groans and reaches down, adjusting himself. “Let me savor this, baby. I want all of you all the time.”

I squeeze my right breast, lifting it, so the nipple is barely an inch from his mouth. He pants a little, then traces his lips around the rosy flesh, flicking his tongue around my nipple until it is as hard as a nail.

When he latches on, at last, I moan and thrust my hand into his hair, unable to do anything but direct him back to that perfect source of pleasure. He repeats the same suction on my other breast; by this time, I’m dripping wet, slick running down my thighs.

A sob rips from my chest as he gives one last suck to my breast, and sits up, his eyes gleaming.

“I hope you know, you’re going to come at least three times during this,” he says with a wicked grin. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I’m ready!” I pant. “Please get on with it!”

“You that desperate for number one?” he teases, and then, he dives for my clit feverishly.

I scream at the feeling of his tongue swirling around my aching flesh.

I don’t care who hears us at this point, because all I can think about is the sweet suction of his mouth, the way he fucks into me with his tongue, tasting my wetness and urging me into a dizzy peak of desire.

“Look at you, so hungry for my cock.” He chuckles again, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure into my swollen clit.

Antoine begins to work more furiously, his tongue tracing my slit, and one of his thick fingers enters me.

He groans, and I can feel him hump the bed, trying to find his own relief. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside. I can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock. So fucking pretty.”

I claw at the sheets, feeling that perfect torture rising in me, curling my toes and reverberating up into my chest. Then, with one perfect suck, he sends me flying over the edge. I shake and moan through the shattering orgasm, unable to do anything but succumb to the pulses of desire.

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