Page 237 of Filthy Royal

“Gods, yes.” Hips squirming, Scarlett ground herself on him and the toy stuffed into her panties, her tits straining against her sexy red dress, her legs straddling his—while vivid crimson, scorching vermillion, bold amethyst, and spirals of fierce, passionate black splashed across the walls of their sleeping quarters, their big bed, and best of all, his skin.

It was all so fucking gorgeous.

And, since he was tied to the headboard, he couldn’t do jack shit about it.

The night they first met, he’d promised Scarlett he’d let her tie him up. She’d never forgotten.

Nor had she forgotten about the toy he’d given her.

So, one quick trip to the replicator for what they needed, and here they were.

Because his prime omega was as adventurous, wild, and filthy as him.

Because he would do anything to make her happy.

Because he kept all his promises to the female he loved.

Because they’d survived hells, and she felt better, and her bruises were gone, and their future was suddenly breathtakingly bright and full of possibilities.

And because it was hot as hells watching her hungry gaze bounce from his arms, spread wide and cuffed to the headboard, to his chest, to the fat, slick head of his cock standing at attention between her thighs. As if she wanted to look everywhere at once. Touch him everywhere at once.

“You’re so beautiful.” Scarlett sounded almost anguished. Like she didn’t know where to explore first.

The toy he’d slid between her thighs before letting her cuff him couldn’t be helping matters either.

Damien shifted his weight, his arms flexing as he did so. He hid another smile as she whimpered and ground harder against him.

She was the true beauty. But what could he say? His female loved his body.

Thank the gods for that.

Because he loved hers a whole lot more. Then again, he loved everything about her.

And he knew exactly what she liked.

“Turn off the toy and leave it on the mattress.” He hid another smile at her soft exhalation of protest and kept his voice stern. “Stand up, wild thing. At the bottom of the bed. I want that dress off. Then the panties.”

She shivered.

“Make it fast. I expect my prime omega wearing just my taming chain before I count to five.”

Purring low—the sexiest fucking sound in the whole galaxy—Scarlett ground her hips against him and the toy one more time, then hustled that beautiful ass up and off the bed, following his command.

Her cheeks flushed and gorgeous eyes bright with need, she loosened the ties of her gown. The fabric pooled at her hips before slipping to the ground.

“There you go, baby. Good girl.” He might be tied up, but he was still Alpha, and dominance ran in his blood. Plus, his female liked when he took charge.

“You have three more heartbeats to give me the rest. Shimmy those pretty hips up to my mouth now.”

Eyes half-lidded, she did as she was told, crawling up from the bottom of the bed, her gaze fused with his as her silken hair and soft skin whispered along his flesh.

Until, on her knees, she hovered above him, her wet, slick pussy level with his mouth.

He kissed her pretty cunt. Tongued her honeyed slick. Worked her clit until her hips were grinding against his chin.

He had so many plans for them. Not all of them sexual.

She’d never been anywhere but the dome. When they first met, he’d promised to show her the galaxy. And as soon as they found Zaya, he intended to do just that. He’d take her to the Aurora Vineyards, the Stardust beaches of Draxon, and the Skyward Falls. He wanted to share every wonder in the stars with her.

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