Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)

I meet his eyes reluctantly, pleading for him to take me already. “I… I…”

“What do you want?” He leans over and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps around the peak, licking and twirling.

My stomach flutters with a thousand butterflies.

“Say you want me.” He speaks against my soft flesh, his stubble tickling my skin.

“I want you.” The words come out in a tortuous breath.

I was always such a mess when he teased my breasts. They’re throbbing and aching, but I still want more.

I want all of him. The good and the bad and the ugly.

He drags his pullover over his head, messing up the black strands. I barely register the emptiness on my sore nipples before he goes back to sucking on them, torturing them with his tongue, lips and teeth.

At the same time, he yanks down both his jeans and boxers. The thickness of his cock nestles at my thigh, hot and ready.

“What else do you want, sweetheart?”

I’m distracted by the perfection of his cock and the tautness of his abs. Those hard, powerful muscles of his arms and thighs can snap me in two if he chooses to.

Maybe I would’ve believed that a few months ago, but not now. I trust Aiden now.

I trust he won’t hurt me.

I trust he’ll bring the world to its knees for me.

“I want to be your queen.”

“You already are.” He grunts against my skin, and I briefly close my eyes at the sensation.

My fingers trace along his forearm and arrow tattoo. The one I’m sure he got for me. It’s a reminder of our past on his skin. Just like his scars and mine.

Proof we both survived.

We’re survivors.

“What else do you want?” he murmurs, fluttering kisses all over the curve of my breasts, the hardness of my nipple, and the softness of my tummy.

It’s barely enough.

Scratch that. It’s not enough.

I want to feel his raw strength right now. I want to get lost in him and his intensity; it’s the only thing I have.

“Fuck me, Aiden.” My words end on a moan when he thrusts two fingers inside me. I’m so wet, he barely finds any resistance.

“Hmm. I love it when you’re soaked for me, sweetheart.” He kisses his way up to my ear then nibbles on the shell. “I love that you’re mine. Now, say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Aiden.” The words leave me in a hushed murmur like I’m divulging my deepest, darkest secrets.

Because that’s the truth, isn’t it? Admitting to be so wholeheartedly his is both liberating and scary, but I’m ready to take that step.

I’m ready for everything with him.