Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

He cups me through my underwear. I sink my teeth in my lower lip to suppress the needy sounds clawing its way out.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Aiden growls against the side of my neck.

I arch my back as his thumb swipes up and down my folds through the cloth.

“What’s turning you on, sweetheart?” His lips find my ear and a small voice that resembles a moan leaves my throat. “Is it the public setting? The risk of getting caught? Or is it the fact that you’re completely under my mercy?”

All of that.

But that’s not all, isn’t it?

The main reason is… him.

I don’t think I would’ve had all these overpowering, crushing sensations if it were someone else.

His finger slips beneath my underwear and thrusts inside me. I bite his hard shoulder over the shirt.

Oh. God.

Is it supposed to feel so intimate and deep?

He thrusts another finger and I arch against him, my entire weight held by his.

“Aiden…” It’s supposed to be a warning, a protest, but it comes out as I moan.

“Admit it, Frozen.”

I shake my head, feeling a lump grow bigger and suffocating at the back of my throat.

He reaches his free hand up my stomach, stops to flick a hard, throbbing nipple over my shirt, before he wraps his fingers around my throat. He scissors his fingers inside me as he tightens his thumb at my neck’s pulse point.

“Would you rather admit it when you’re screaming my name?” he whispers in dark, hot words.

I bite my lower lip, staring at him with frantic, lust-filled eyes.

“Fight it all you like, but if I want you to scream, you’ll fucking scream, Elsa.”

His thumb rubs up and down my clitoris in slow circular movements as he thrusts his fingers inside me.

The triple assault against my clit, my walls and my neck and his hot breath brings me to the edge.

A wave builds inside me, doubling and magnifying until a chill of terror engulfs me.

What the hell is happening to me?

Aiden parts his fingers at my throat so his lips can find the pulse point. He sucks hard.

Everything spirals out of control.

I moan against his shoulder as that wave nearly hits the shore. I grind against his hand.

Just one more friction.

Just one touch.

The feeling is so, so close, and I never needed something as much as I need this foreign wave to hit me.

Aiden stops.