Page 28 of Filthy Royal

Scarlett awoke on her back, moaning, Damien’s head between her thighs. Again.

“Oh, Goddess, that feels so good. But…” She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged halfheartedly—even as her hips lifted to meet the slow stroke of his tongue. “Shouldn’t you…?” Awash with pleasure, overcome with exhaustion, it was hard to think. “The guards…”

“Mmm.” Following his own agenda, he worked the flat of his tongue over her clit. “Once… more. For… me.”

He’d brought her to climax so many times already.

“I-I can’t.”

He pulled back, nuzzling one thigh, then the other. “One more taste, sweet Scarlett.”

She was becoming a glutton. And had already given up on trying to convince him to let her touch him too.

He’d said it was too risky this time, but that he’d figure out a safer place where they could experiment more next time they were together.

She couldn’t wait.

In the meantime… Scarlett spread her legs wider.

His growled approval vibrated against her core. “You see? We younglings have our advantages.” He nipped at the curve of her thigh, his eyes teasing as he looked up at her. “All this tireless energy and staying power… and it’s all for you.”

She giggled. He hadn’t forgotten her comment that he was too young for her. “You’re only three planetary rotations younger than me, smartass.”

“A smart-ass you can’t get enough of.” He surprised her by rolling her over and gently scraping his fangs against her bottom. “But I prefer my female’s sweet behind.”

Another laugh emerged. She’d no idea having fun could be this filthy.

But with Damien, anything felt possible.

“Then again”—his fangs dragged along the curve of her ass and toward her inner thigh—“all of you is sweet.”

Her laughter turned to a soft, keening whimper as his tongue delved into the split of her bottom.

She shivered.

“Sensitive, huh?”

“Mmm.”

“It’s gonna feel so fucking good when I put my cock in that tight hole.”

She stilled. Then, pushed up on an elbow to stare at him over her shoulder. “You’re too big.”

He chuckled. “Music to my fucking Alpha ears.” The flat of his palm slid between her thighs to cup her core. “But don’t worry, baby. When I put my cock inside your ass, you’ll be ready.” He tapped her clit with two firm fingers. “Aching.” He did it again. “Begging.”

She panted, her bottom rocking in time with each gentle slap of her clit.

“I’ll make it feel so good, you’ll beg me to do it again and again.” Another firm tap. “And I will, because you’ll be mine and we’ll have all the time in the galaxy to do whatever we like.”

She came apart, her head buried in her pillow, muffling her scream.

It took her a while to catch her breath—and find the strength to move her sated muscles.

But she finally did, turning over to find Damien propped up on one elbow, staring down at her, a satisfied smile on his face. “I could watch you forever.” His grin disappeared. “But I can’t. Not yet, anyway.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have to be at the arena soon for the start of the tournament and my first matches, and I definitely need to clean up before I do.”

“Of course.” Much as she wanted to stay cuddled up next to him forever, it couldn’t happen. Guilt and worry crashed over her. They’d been up for much of the night. “Are you tired?”

“No.” He winked at her. “Energized.” His expression sobered. “I’ve got this. Don’t worry.”

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