Royal Pain (His Royal Hotness 1)

And just that easily, so is my resolve.

I had planned to spend the night petting her, touching her, gentling her to orgasm after orgasm—she more than deserves that kind of care from me after I ran out on her this morning. But there’s no way I’m going to last all night, no way I’m going to last more than a few more minutes before burying myself deep inside of her.

Determined to give her all that I can in those minutes—and to make her come at least once more before I slide inside of her—I let go of her wrist and crouch down. I bring both of my hands to rest on her bare thighs and coax her into opening her legs.

Moving slowly, giving her time to come down a little, I slide a finger along the edge of her black lace panties. Then I lean forward and do the same thing with my tongue, licking along the edge of lace and relishing each gasp and shiver I elicit.

“Do you have more of these, sweetheart?” I pull at the waistband a little before allowing it to snap back against her bikini line with a satisfying smack.

“Yes.” It’s a gasp, and a barely coherent one at that.

“I’m glad.” I smile then, let her see the wicked promise in my eyes. Then lean forward and rip the thing to shreds.

She gasps and my grin grows wider, even as a powerful surge of need tears through me. This is what I’ve been thinking about nonstop all day.

Savvy, hot and wet, her skin flushed a sexy pink.

Incoherent with need.

As desperate for me as I am for her.

“Please. Kian.” She moves her hand to my chest. Plays with the edges of my tattoos. Strokes her way down my stomach until she gets to the waistband of my jeans.

“I want you,” she whispers, bringing her hands back up to my shoulders where she clutches at me, pulls me closer.

“Want isn’t enough,” I whisper to her, determined to push her as close to insanity as I am. “You have to need me the way I need you.”

“I do!” It’s nearly a wail, one that turns to a high, keening cry as I nip at her inner thighs with my teeth. I love the sounds she makes then, and I nip and lick and kiss her over and over in an effort to get her to make them again. To make more.

I’m losing my mind, drowning in the fount of her sensuality, and I want her to feel the same. Need her to be as desperate, as crazy, for me as I am for her.

“Let’s see about that,” I taunt, darting my tongue out to run the length of her sex in one slow, long sweep. She tastes like strawberries and cream and rich, sweet honey. I delve deeper, wanting more of her. Wanting all of her.

“Kian!” Her scream shatters the silence around us and pushes me up against the line I’ve been riding. “Kian, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

I love the pleading note in Savvy’s voice, love even more the breathless words spilling out of her throat. But it isn’t enough, isn’t near enough. I have a fleeting thought that it will never be enough, that I will want her like this forever. But then she moans, clutches at me, and the ability to think deserts me completely. All I can do is feel.

The need that’s been building inside me from the moment I first laid eyes on her explodes, turns white-hot and dangerous. My breathing is shallow, my cock threatening to burst with one more touch from her.

I push the desire down, fight it back. Savvy will come for me again, this time against my mouth. Only then, when she’s lost all control and in

hibitions, will I give in to the lust driving me to the brink of madness. Only then will I take her.

Lifting her right leg, I drape it over my shoulder. She inhales sharply in surprise, tangles her fingers in my hair. I gentle her, angling my shoulders so that I can support her weight. Whisper to her everything I’m going to do to her. Then I lean forward and thrust my tongue as deeply inside of her as I can reach.

She goes wild, her body thrashing against me as she arches her hips and clutches at me. I hold her still, stop the wicked bucking of her hips with a heavy hand on her stomach as I continue to take her higher. To take us both higher.

She’s delicious, intoxicating, the sweetest honey I’ve ever known, and in that moment I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

And suddenly, it scares me, this need I have for her. It has me pushing her higher, faster, deeper, in an effort to quiet all the noise raging around inside of me. It almost works, would have if she hadn’t cried out for me, grounding me in the middle of the maelstrom.

“Kian!” It’s a plea, a demand, a cry for surcease, but I can’t stop. I have to have her, have to taste every drop of her sweetness, have to take every shudder and cry she will give me. Stroking deep, I concentrate on finding every sensitive spot and work to take her higher than she’s ever gone before.

When she’s just about there, when she’s sobbing and pleading and I can tell that she won’t be able to take any more, I pull my tongue out of her luscious warmth. Then, slipping my hands beneath her ass, I lift her up higher, open her wider and wrap my lips gently around her clit.

She screams then, her body arching violently as she comes, bucking so wildly that she almost dislodges me. But I hold on, using my tongue and teeth and lips to ride her through one climax and into another.

I feel like a man possessed, utterly enchanted by, completely addicted to the exquisite feeling I get from giving her pleasure. I could stay like this forever, my cock throbbing and my mouth buried in her incredibly sweet, incredibly responsive sex.