Page 50 of Forsaken Royals

“I’ve asked for aides to bring me books to pass the time, but if I had known that they were coming from here, I would have gotten them myself.”

Her eyes fell on the round table a few feet away from us, tucked near the windows. All the books my aides had gathered covered the entire surface, aside from a small space that was big enough for her to sit on. The excitement in her eyes fell flat, and she leaned against the table.

“This is everything they gathered?” she asked. “This is going to take forever! And what if we still don’t find anything?”

“We can just take a second before diving in.” I touched her again, my hand sliding across her shoulders. “Sit. You’re tense.”

She sighed and perched one hip next to the table covered in books. She sank into my touch as I massaged her. The more I worked the knots in her shoulders, the more I massaged, going down her back and up her neck.

“Yes, right there,” she sighed. Her voice was breathy, which was bad enough for my cock. But then she had to follow it with a soft moan.

She wasn’t doing it purposefully, but her intent didn’t matter. I was getting hard just by touching her shoulders? I thought I had more self-control than that, but she was different from any other female I’d met before.

“Is this against the rules?” Arden asked, leaning back toward me.

I swallowed. “No. It’s not sex.”

She turned toward me, her eyes going straight to the bulge in my jeans, then back to my eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

“We can’t, Arden,” I said. My chest was so tight that I had to choke the words out. “The spell is serious.”

“Well, did you make any rules about just watching?” Her lips quirked into a wicked grin as she pushed me back.

“Arden…”

“Flint.”

She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly pushed them down, inch by inch. Every bit of smooth, creamy skin that she revealed was a shock to my system. Her panties were plain dark blue cotton, but she looked just as sexy as she would have in lingerie.

“Arden,” I said again, swallowing. “What are you doing?”

She slid her panties down to her knees and onto the floor with her leggings, sitting on the table. I sucked in a breath when she parted her thighs.

“You’re not an idiot.” She slipped her fingers through her folds and lifted them. She was already soaking. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Being a temptress.” My hand drifted down to my erection. If I didn’t touch myself, I was going to touch her.

She sucked her fingers clean and went back to touching herself. Her body jolted when she made contact with her clit, going in small circles.

“Or I’m taking a second before diving in. However you’d like to think about it.”

“Spread your legs more.” I undid my pants and freed my cock as fast as I could. She did as I said, and I groaned.

She was so perfect—soft and pink and wet. Her scent filled the air, making my mouth water. Stroking my aching cock was helping, but not as much as I wanted it to. I wanted to be inside her.

But I had to watch.

She got into it more, her hand drifting under her shirt to her breasts. I wasn’t sure where to look. I wanted to see all of her.

Both of us sped up, our breathing heavy. She was so wet now that every time she plunged a finger into her pussy, I heard it. I had to ease off. I was going to come too fast, and I wanted to see her come first.

Arden rested a hand on the table behind her, her entire body quivering. She was so close.

“Come for me,” I gritted through my teeth.

She shuddered, her hips bucking and her mouth opening in a silent cry. My knees grew so weak that I had to lean on the back of a chair as I came into my hand. Both of us panted, trying to catch our breath for a few moments.

My climax had been intense, but looking at Arden splayed out on the table in front of me reminded me of how much pent-up lust was still inside of me.

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