Royal Bastard (Instantly Royal 1)

“Yes,” she said, her hips squirming.

He chuckled, dropping kisses up the insides of one of her smooth thighs. “I don’t know if I can believe you.”

“Nick Vane, please,” she begged. “I can’t take it.”

“We both know you can.” But he wasn’t going to make her wait. He was a dick sometimes, but not a complete asshole, so he put his mouth exactly where she wanted it.

She tasted like warm heaven and he couldn’t get enough. Using his hands to spread her wide, he licked and sucked and teased her sweet, sensitive flesh, lapping his tongue against her swollen clit again and again as she writhed beneath him, her words replaced by moans of encouragement and pleas for more. He moved one hand lower, grazing her opening with his thumb and sliding inward. She grasped him tight and let out a shaky groan, so he did it again, giving her more of exactly what she wanted until she came apart against his mouth, calling out his name.

Sitting back, he watched Brooke come down from her orgasm, the beauty of it taking the air from his lungs and replacing it with a kind of awe he hadn’t experienced before. Something moved in his chest as he watched her roll up into a sitting position, her gaze hazy and satisfied. This woman could break him if she wanted. He was beyond out of his depth with her. However, before the realization could take an icy hold on him, she reached up and curled her hand around the back of his neck and drew him to her for a kiss, and the part of his brain that sent up flares for danger short-circuited.

He curled an arm around her waist and pulled her upward on the bed as he joined her on the mattress, their bodies a tangle of limbs as they each tried to touch, caress, nip, kiss, lick, and revel in each other as much as possible. He cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between his thumb and finger as she kissed her way down his neck. If his cock had ever been harder, he didn’t know when.

“Nick, I want you inside me,” she said, reaching down and taking his dick in her hand. “Now.”

Jesus. Electricity shot through him as if he’d been hit by lightning. “Yes, ma’am.”

He reached across the bed and yanked open the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom. While he watched her hands skim across his abs as she dipped her head and licked his nipple, he rolled on the latex. With both of them on their sides facing each other, he hooked an arm under her top leg and lifted it, then lined himself up with her opening and slid his cock inside her until he was buried to the hilt. It felt like his eyes rolled back in his head, and for a moment he couldn’t move as her core held him tight.

“So fucking tight. So good.”

He withdrew and thrust forward again and again, but the angle wouldn’t let him get deep enough. He wanted more. He needed to make her his in this moment. Releasing her leg, he pulled back as she groaned in protest.

“On your knees.”

She followed his command, getting on her hands and knees on the bed in front of him. Even though his dick was actually aching at this point to get inside her, he forced himself to wait and take in the sight of her as the moonlight coming in through the window highlighted the smooth lines of her back, the round curve of her ass, and the lust burning in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him.

He took his dick in his hand and rubbed the head against her slick opening. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” She pushed back, trying to take him in, but his palm on her ass stopped her.

Keeping his hand high on his cock, he plunged forward so only the tip went in. “Just this?”

She shook her head. “I want you. All of you.”

The words were the final thing that snapped his self-control. He released his grip and sank home, hard, inside her. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back against him in time with his thrusts forward, taking her, claiming her, making her his. He couldn’t get enough of her and wasn’t sure he ever would. She met his every move, rotating her hips and grinding against him as they came together in a frenzy that had them both panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. Over and over, he buried himself inside her warmth, pleasure skittering through him like a runaway freight train. The tingling at the base of his spine came too soon—he didn’t want this feeling to end, but his body had other ideas. Everything had been building between them like extended foreplay for too long. He slid one hand down between her legs and circled her clit. She let out a strangled cry and her arms gave out, her face hitting the mattress.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded, continuing to thrust back toward him, her thighs shaking.

He didn’t. Gritting his teeth to stave off the orgasm making his balls tight, he stroked her clit, circling the sensitive nub and fucking her until she screamed out, her hands fisting the sheets as tight as her core gripped his dick. That was all it took. He got one more deep thrust in before his own orgasm hit, arching his back and turning his body stiff with release.

They both collapsed on the bed—well, he collapsed, Brooke just let her lower half join her upper half on the bed. His balls were heavy, his eyelids drooping.

“That was—” he started.

“Phenomenal,” she finished, sitting up and moving to get off the bed.

His lungs clenched with some foreign emotion at the prospect of her going, and he wrapped a hand around her wrist. “Don’t go.”

“Just going to the toilet,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ll be right back.”

He cleaned up while she was in the bathroom. When she emerged, still naked and blindingly beautiful, he flipped open the sheets and patted the bed beside him. She joined him under the covers, her head fitting just right in the pocket of his shoulder.

“I have a confession to make,” she whispered, trailing her fingers through his chest hair and keeping her focus firmly away from his face.

His pulse

picked up. “What’s that?”