Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)

Aiden curls his fingers inside me, bringing me pleasure but also touching my soul and making a permanent place for himself.

“There hasn’t been a day where you weren’t fucking mine, Elsa. You’ve been mine since that first day you walked in here. ”

“Yes, yes.”

His lips find my ear and he whispers in husky words. “And I’ve been yours.”

My chest vibrates with the sparks and explosions going off all at once. Those words are my undoing. I might’ve had some sanity before, but now it’s poof. Gone.

My lips find his and kiss him with abandon. I kiss him until my lungs burn, demanding breath. I kiss him until my air is saturated with his scent.

Aiden removes his fingers, and my walls clench with the need to keep him there. Before I can protest, he manoeuvres me so I’m sitting on his lap and slides his cock inside me in one ruthless thrust.

I cry out, holding on to his shoulder for balance. If my nails were any longer, I would’ve scraped his back.

He fucks me like never before. His rhythm goes from slow, lazy strokes that touch my damn soul to fast, ruthless thrusts that make me bounce off his lap. With every rock of his hips, I’m thrown into a delirious state of pleasure, rough and consuming.

My space is filled with him. His scent. His strength. His intense gaze.

My muscles tighten around him with the force of my build-up.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He curses without slowing his fast pace. “Your tight pussy is strangling my dick.”

How does he do that? How does he stimulate my body even more with his dirty words? Sweat covers my brows as I grind against him, trying to match his pace.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He nibbles on my shoulder and neck, most likely leaving hickeys. “Are you going to clench all around my cock?”

I nod several times as the pleasure mounts to heights I can’t control.

I cry out at the violent waves hitting me. It’s a madness, I’m sure of it now. Just like I’m sure that I don’t want it to end. My fingers stroke his brow as I ride the high. I run my fingertips over that small mole at the corner of his eye, needing to engrave it and this moment to memory.

Aiden slides a finger into my wet folds, coating it with my arousal, then trails it to the crack of my arse.

It could be because I’m in the middle of an orgasm, but the moment he thrusts his finger inside my back hole, I scream louder, tightening around his dick like never before.

Oh, God.

What is happening to me?

Aiden doesn’t stop. As his finger stretches my virgin hole, his cock thrusts deeper and harder. I can almost feel the thin wall between his finger and his cock as he fills me from both ends.

I hold on to his shoulders while he picks up his rhythm. He angles me forward so his cock brushes against my clit with each of his thrusts.

A different type of build-up starts at the bottom of my stomach. The pressure from his finger in my arse eases the more he teases my clit.

The friction fills me with sparks, all bright and blinding.

“Fuck, you feel like sin.” He moves his finger in and out of my arse before he eases another one in.

I gasp, feeling stretched whole.

God.

Oh, God.

Why does it hurt so good?

“You’re so fucking tight. Hmm. I might break you if I use my cock.”