“I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
His mouth crashes into mine, not a kiss, an invasion.Teeth scraping.Breath stealing.Fury and need braided together so tightly I can’t pick apart which one is winning.His thigh wedges between mine, forcing them open as my hips buck up into him without shame.My clit scrapes denim, delicious.
“Becki,” his voice breaks, gravel and sin, “I can’t stop if you keep, fuck, keep doing that.”
“Then don’t stop.”
Something filthy and reverent flashes across his face.
He grips both my wrists in one hand and slams them above my head, pinning me to the headboard.The mattress squeals.My pulse goes wild against his palm.He leans down, lips ghosting my neck, not touching, just hovering.
“Last warning,” he mutters against my skin.“If I taste you, I ain’t walking away from this bed until dawn.”
My breath shudders out.
“Then taste me.”
He shivers, a full-body quake like he’s fighting himself and losing.
His hand trails down my arm, slow and devastating, until it hits my hip.His thumb brushes the exposed skin above my clit.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs, biting his tongue ring.“How hard I’m trying not to…”
He stops talking.I’m imagining that ring finally on my clit.
Letting my wrists go, he grabs my thigh, sliding up his hand, moving like he owns every inch of me.His fingers drag through my wet folds, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the tremble running through my muscles.
And I gasp, my entire form jackknifing.
He groans, low, guttural, obscene, like he’s the one being touched.His forehead drops to my collarbone as he breathes out a curse that sounds like a prayer.
“Fuck… you’re going to kill me.”
His hand presses harder, his fingers grinding slow, brutal circles into the spot he knows will drive me insane.His thumb drags against the inside of my thigh while the heel of his palm presses up, forcing my legs wider, forcing heat to flood through my whole body.
The pressure is perfect and punishing, enough to make my breath shatter.I choke on a moan, my fingers clawing at the sheets as my hips lift into his hand like I’m offering myself up on instinct.He growls at the sight, gripping my thigh tighter as if he’s claiming the invitation I’m too horny to put into words.
And heat spikes through me so fast I’m dizzy.My legs fall open without me meaning to.Wider.Inviting.
He swears again.
“Fuck.Don’t do that.Don’t, fuck, don’t offer yourself like that unless you want me to fuck you.”
“I do,” I whisper.“Fuck me.”
Royal’s breathing becomes a snarl.“It means no more Kings.Legend ordered me not to fuck you.”
“What?”
“Maybe he doesn’t mean it.But he told me to keep my dick out of you.Said it was an order.You know what that means in my world.Figure that means out of your mouth too.”
As I chew his words, he shifts his weight pressing his body lower, covering me, trapping me beneath him with the force of his heat and hunger.His thigh pushes between mine again, but this time his cock caged in his jeans grinds into me, slow and relentless, dragging the rough denim against the soft, soaked flesh, cut open for him.
The friction detonates something inside me as I ponder his words.The reason he’s been teasing instead of taking.My doubts about him almost completely disappear.
My nails dig into his back, pulling him down harder, needing him closer.He groans into my neck, hot breath spilling down my skin while his hips rock into me, matching the frantic rhythm of my pulse.His cock feels huge.Solid.Unstoppable.Every roll of his body slams want through me like a heartbeat.
