Royal Pain (His Royal Hotness 1)

Kissing my way up her leg, I caress her ankle, her calf, the sensitive spot at the back of her knee before finally moving back up. I lick my way along the insides of her thighs, pushing her shirt out of the way as I go higher and higher and higher until I finally reach her sex. I inhale then, savoring the sweet, musky smell of her before placing my mouth as close to Savvy’s clit as I can get without actually touching her.

She moans again, arches away from the wall a little as her hands tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. It’s a good hurt, though, one that ratchets up my need another notch or twenty and I put my hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading them wider so I can look at her. So I can see every part of her.

Transfixed by her beauty, I look between her face and her pussy. She’s so vulnerable like this, so open, and I need to know it’s okay. More, I need to know that she’s feeling what I’m feeling. Needing me the way I so desperately need her.

And though she’s blushing, Savvy doesn’t look away. Doesn’t push me away. Instead, she holds steady, eyes locked to mine, and waits for whatever I’m going to do next.

The level of trust she’s giving me—it nearly breaks me. I, who have fucked more women than I can ever hope to count and done nearly every position in the book, am completely undone just kneeling at this woman’s feet.

I’m so undone, in fact, that just looking at her—just watching her watch me—nearly has me coming, untouched, on the fucking carpet like some fifteen-year-old kid with his first girl.

And that’s not how I want this day to end.

Taking a few deep breaths, I get myself back under control before I lean forward and slowly, slowly, slowly, lick my way along her pussy to her clit.

Chapter 24

Savvy

Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t—

“Oh God!” I gasp out as Kian circles my clit with his tongue.

He lifts his head immediately, his green eyes electric as he stares up at me. “Okay?” he asks.

I nod, even though I’m not sure I am. But then, I’m not sure of anything right now except that I want his mouth on me again. I need his mouth on me again.

I don’t say that, but my desperation must be showing because he grins a little before lowering his mouth and licking his way along my sex again.

I gasp at the sensations washing over me, dig my foot into his shoulder as I arch my hips in an effort to get closer. To get more. More pleasure. More Kian. More everything.

And he gives it to me. God, does he ever, as he thrusts two fingers inside me at the same time he gently sucks my clit between his teeth.

It’s all I need and I come with a scream, my body spiraling completely out of my control as I break into a million pieces. I can’t talk, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel as pleasure careens through me, going on and on and on.

I buck against Kian’s mouth, against his hands, not sure I can handle all the sensations flooding me at once. But after a quick glance up at my eyes, he holds me still and works me through it, so that even as the pleasure ebbs it starts to build again.

“Kian!” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair. “I don’t think I can—”

“You can,” he tells me, his voice lower and harsher than I’ve ever heard it. This time, I’m the one looking into his eyes, and I’m trapped by the heat I see there…and the tenderness. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And then he’s ducking his head again, and his tongue—his wild, wicked, wonderful tongue—goes from long, luxurious licks to deep thrusts that have painful ecstasy slamming through me all over again. He delves deep, licking his way deep inside of me until I can feel my fear crumbling under the pleasure, falling in pieces around us. Until all I can think about, until all I know, is the heat and the pleasure and the joy that comes from being at His Royal Hotness’s mercy.

He closes his mouth around my clit, sucks deeply as he slides first one finger and then another inside of me. He’s stroking me, thrusting, taking, giving, driving me closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm as I arch and shudder against him. He finds my G-spot, runs his finger over it again and again. The pleasure is overwhelming now, swamping me, dragging me down, and I cry out even as I hold him more and more tightly.

He pulls back a little, starts flicking his tongue against my clit as he runs his thumb over my anus. I gasp, bucking against his hold as I look down at him, wide-eyed and wild.

He just arches a brow at me, his gaze hot and wicked as that thumb circles me again and again, setting fire to nerve endings I never knew existed before this very second. Pleasure crashes into me, slamming through me like the waves of the Mediterranean and I call out his name just as he slides his thumb inside of me.

I go into sensory overload then, another orgasm ripping through me—fast and hard and never-ending—and this time I can’t stop myself from crying out.

I can feel him grinning, his lips curving against my sex as he once again pulls my clit into his mouth and starts to suck. I’m nearly boneless with pleasure at this point, boneless and overwhelmed and exhausted. I collapse against the wall, wanting to rest for just a minute—or forever—to recover—but once again, Kian stops me, his free hand sliding around to my lower back and holding me forward.

“Stay like this,” he growls, and I do because right now I can’t deny him anything. Don’t want to deny him anything even though I’ve never felt so exposed. The intimacy of this moment—of staring down at him between my knees while he l

ooks up at me even as he continues to go down on me—is soul-stirring and overwhelming and terrifying and amazing all at the same time.