Suddenly Royal
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He moved us back until my legs touched the bed and he lowered us down carefully. The warmth from his erection against my skin was intoxicating. He slid a hand up to cup my breast while he kissed me, his fingers pinching my nipple gently. I moaned and my h*ps bucked against him.
“So eager.” His deep chuckle rumbled out of his chest. He shifted so that he could slide his hand between us, rubbing the growing moist spot between my legs. “So wet.”
Carefully he peeled my panties down my body and I helped kick them off my feet. He slid back up my body, his face skimming along my skin. I sucked in a deep breath when he nuzzled the curls between my legs, but he didn’t stop until he reached my breast. I fisted my hands in his hair when he closed his lips over the peak of my left breast. Pleasure washed through my brain and I could only form one thought. More. I wanted more.
His hand slid between my legs and I opened willingly. With sure fingers he explored between my folds and slid deep inside. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder and groaned loudly.
“You’re beautiful.”
I opened my eyes to meet his gaze as he worked my body slowly. I slid a hand between us and he shifted so I could touch him too. I ran my fingers along him, enjoying the way he sucked in a deep breath. After a moment he pulled away and slid his mouth down to my other breast to tease it gently with his teeth. When he shifted to his knees between my legs, I reached down to stroke him again, taking the time to touch every bit of him.
He growled loudly and sat back, his eyes running over my body. I was breathing heavily, more than ready for him. I leaned up enough that I could pull his head down to mine, needing his kiss, while he teased my opening. With painful restraint, he slowly entered me. Much slower than I wanted.
“Damn it, you’re tight, Samantha.”
I couldn’t respond. My breath was caught in my throat as he finally rocked his h*ps home. He stayed there for a minute, letting me get used to him, until I moved under him to let him know I was ready. When he finally started moving, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything other than experience this moment.
“Oh, God.” I moaned.
He brought his mouth to my ear. “Alex. My name is Alex, not God. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Oh, God. Alex. Alex.” I said his name over and over again with each thrust of his hips.
“Samantha.” He whispered my name in my ear and I understood what he needed. I dug my heels into the bed and lifted my h*ps for a better angle. He groaned loudly and picked up his pace.
“Samantha, I can’t wait much longer.” He gripped my hip with a hand, slamming into me. It was too much and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Alex!” I screamed his name as I fell over the edge into oblivion. He came right behind me, burying his face against my shoulder, his hot breath tickling the hairs at the nape of my neck.
We lay there limply, our hearts thudding in our chests. After a moment, he shifted so that he was supporting his weight on one arm while he slowly kissed my neck where the charm of my necklace rested. When his mouth touched mine in a soft, gentle kiss, I sighed in contentment. He finally left my mouth, but only to nuzzle my hair. Rolling, he slid out of me and pulled me onto his chest. I traced the planes of his face with my eyes, appreciating the way his features cut sharp shadows in the moonlight. I liked the sated look he was giving me, pride and possession mingled together.
“You look smug.”
“I feel a bit smug.” He chuckled.
“I can’t think of a better way to have christened my new bedroom.”
He kissed my cheek. “Well worth the wait.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t wait so long next time.” I propped my chin on my hand and used my finger to stroke the stubble along his jaw.
“Couldn’t agree more.” He ran a hand over my hair and I closed my eyes. “But right now, I don’t think I can move.”
“This could be addicting.” I let my head slide onto his chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat.
“Get some sleep.” I felt him shift a bit before pulling a blanket over us.
“Are you staying?” I asked. I was in that sweet spot between wakefulness and sleep.
“As long as I can.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Does the Return of the Duchess Herald New Jobs?
—Lilarian Daily
The chirping of birds woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly, enjoying the laziness that permeated my muscles. I shifted and tried to untangle myself from the sheets when I realized I was pressed against Alex.
“Good morning.” His voice rumbled out of his chest. He was propped on his elbow looking down at me.
“Uh.” I made a face and closed my eyes against the bright light streaming in through the windows. “That’s weird.”
“What?” He chuckled.
“Watching me sleep. Is this going to be like those movies where we have sex and then the really hot guy turns out to be a creeper?”
“You make little mewing sounds.”
“I do not.”
“Like a baby kitten.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I am not a baby kitten. I’m sleepy and annoyed.”
“It’s cute and sexy.”
“Oh, no.” I groaned. “You’re a morning person.”
“Mmhmm.” He moved so that I was lying on my back and nuzzled my neck.
“We’re going to have a hard time.” I sighed as his hand ran over my stomach.