Page 35 of Royal Salvation

“Everything good about me came from my mother. My father is a miserable piece of shit.”

They both turned toward Justice’s voice and his face was a mask of anger and pain. She wanted to go to him and soothe it away but stayed where she was standing. His mother patted her hand with a warm smile and walked toward her son. Reaching up, she kissed his cheek as he bent toward her, his eyes never leaving Lucía, the storm raging inside him barely contained. As his mother left, closing the door quietly behind her, she could barely breathe past the torrent of emotion swirling inside her.

Her mind and body were exhausted from the explosion, her injuries, and the long flight yet all she could think about was this man in front of her and how he made her feel.

His eyes moved over her, intent on discovering all her secrets. “You’re exhausted.”

She went to argue, to deny his claims but at that second a wave of tiredness almost felled her and she swayed.

“Lie down and take a nap. You need to rest more if you want to heal quickly and for what I have planned, I need you healed, Lucía.”

The wicked torment of longing for what he promised made her ache as he ushered her toward the bed, his hand on her back.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?”

His chuckle was warm, erasing the dark shadow the mention of his father had brought. “Yes, once or twice.” He helped her remove her sandals, his fingers nimble and gentle as they brushed her skin. “Do you have anything to sleep in?”

Lucía nodded at her case. “Yes, in my case on the left-hand side.”

A blush stained her cheeks as she saw him going through her things and she shook her head at her ridiculousness. She’d given herself to an affair with this man she was so attracted to and yet the thought of him touching her underwear made her blush.

“This?”

He held up a night slip and she nodded as he brought it to her.

“Stand up and I’ll undo the button on your skirt so you can step out of it. I can do the buttons on your blouse, or I can ask my mother to come back in and help you.”

“No!” Her shout of denial was out before she could temper it. “Don’t leave me.”

Justice nodded and helped her to stand again as he deftly undid the buttons and pushed the blouse from her shoulders, helping her unhook the fabric from her sling. His eyes remained on her face as he grasped her shoulders, turning her to face away from him. The heat of his body burned through her skin despite the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

When the fabric caught on her hips, she shimmied to make it move and bumped back into him. The hiss of breath from him as he gripped her hips and the feel of the hard ridge of his erection against her ass made her moan involuntarily.

As she went to move, he gripped her tighter. “Be still, Lucía. I’m holding on by a fucking thread here.”

The sense of power she felt at his words was one she’d never felt before and it empowered her to ignore the warning and turn in his arms. She knew the sling around her arm and the bruises on her skin should put a dent in how she felt but the way he was looking at her made her feel like the only woman in the world.

Reaching out she brushed her fingers over his tee where it met the waistband, inching it up so she could feel the warmth of his skin the spring of hair that led into his pants. “Take it off.”

His eyes flared and he reached behind his head to grasp the neck, pulling the shirt up and over in one sexy move, before letting it drop to the floor.

Lucía let her eyes move over the dips and ridges of his body. The last time she’d seen him he’d been wet from the shower and had made her mouth water. Now her mouth was dry with need as she followed her eyes with her fingers, exploring his body and feeling his belly quiver beneath her touch. “You’re so beautiful.”

His chuckle was deep, smooth like a fine whisky. “Not sure if that bang on the head affected your eyes, angel, but there’s only one beauty in this room and that’s you.”

Her eyes flashed to his and she shook her head. “No, you’re the epitome of masculine beauty.”

He stayed silent for a beat then he reached for her, lifting her in his arms and laying her on the bed. Stepping back, he slid the buckle of his belt free, the sound building anticipation in her blood before he lowered the zipper and removed his jeans. Her breath hitched as she looked at the hard line of his cock evident in the black boxers that did nothing to conceal his impressive length. His knee hit the bed between her legs and he sat back and looked his fill, a trail of goosebumps littering her skin from his gaze. His hand ran from between her breasts down her belly and over her thigh, and she arched her back desperate for release, her entire body pulsing.

“Please, Justice.”

He didn’t make her beg, instead, he dipped his head, pulling her nipple into his mouth, the lace of the bra a rough abrasion against her skin, adding to the intensity of pleasure. Her hands rested on his head, her body bucking as he laid the same claim on her other breast. He released her breast with a kiss that was drugging as his hand snaked beneath her back and flicked the clip on her bra before he drew the straps down her shoulders, his hands gentle as he released her arm and laid it on her belly leaving her free of the sling.

His eyes travelled over her, and she bit her bottom lip to bite back the moan at the sight of him looking at her like he might devour her, high slashes of colour across his cheeks. His hand ran over her skin, his lips following as he kissed and licked his way over her skin, her nipples tight buds of need as his fingers toyed with them and his teeth nibbled her inner thigh.

“Stop teasing me.” Her voice was a growl and she felt him smile against her leg before he kissed her and sat back, pulling her underwear down her legs, his gaze on her bare pussy. His eyes were dark with need, she knew she was wet, the evidence of her desire for him glistening on her skin.

His eyes on her face, he ran a finger through her slit, gathering the evidence of her desire before sucking his finger into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure as she groaned and his growl filled the air. Then he was bending, lifting her hips with his forearms, and tucking a cushion beneath to support her, the thoughtful deed making tears sting the back of her eyes. His mouth then devoured her like a starving man. His tongue thrust into her as he licked and sucked her bundle of nerves.