Page 15 of Royally Tempted
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ADARA
Igasp at his sudden movement. I’ve spent my life generally untouched. Protocol dictates that no one touches me without my permission, not even inadvertently. As Vander’s hand slides up my body, his strong caress awakens all my nerve endings. He skates over the side of my breast, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and curling his fingers around the side of my neck. I shiver, feeling hot and cold all at the same time.
“I can’t wait to discover what makes you moan.” He leans in, inhaling deeply. “What makes your sexy body tremble.” He presses his tongue against the skin of my exposed neck and runs it up my throat, as a soft groan falls from my lips. “Exactly like that, goddess.” He tilts my head back, nipping along my jaw until he sinks his teeth into my earlobe. “You’re my new favorite dessert.”
Sensation overwhelms me when he wraps an arm around me, pulling me down deeper into his lap. My flimsy dress allows me to feel every inch of his hard cock against my bottom.
“This is how hungry I am for you.”
I twist on his lap, desperate for him to kiss me and he brushes his lips against mine, the action gentle, almost reverent, in contrast to the way his hand travels over my body, his thumb strumming over my sensitive peak, while his other hand holds me in place. I want to be an active participant in this moment, and I slide my own hands up, slipping the buttons of his shirt through their openings, my fingers seeking the heat of his skin.
Vander breaks the kiss, lifting me off his lap and switching our positions so that I’m pressed against the chair. He shrugs off his jacket, lets his shirt fall from his broad shoulders and my mouth goes dry as he tugs the leather free of his belt buckle, and unzips his slacks, pushing them to the floor.
I feel my lips part as I see him naked for the first time. I’ve seen men in some of the videos I was daring enough to watch, but Vander puts them to shame. His body is so masculine, his chest defined, his stomach flat with ridges that look like something out of a magazine. He sculpted like a perfect piece of art and my eyes greedily devour that part I felt against me. He’s long and thick and I can’t imagine how that’s going to fit inside me without tearing me apart.
He grasps himself, his hand stroking up the thick length and my mouth goes dry while the rest of me goes liquid. How did I think I’d be able to handle someone as virile as him? He calls me a curious little cat, but I know what curiosity did to the cat.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his voice a low, husky growl.
I raise my eyes, seeing my own desire mirrored in his. He steps closer and I can’t look away as he drops to his knees, easing the silk up over my thighs. He lifts one of my legs, hooking it over the arm of the chair and I squirm, feeling exposed. His nostrils flare and he leans in, pressing a kiss against my bare thigh. I think I’m going to die from the intensely erotic sensation, and he has barely touched me. My head falls back against the chair as his tongue makes lazy circles on my skin, teasing me.
He pulls my hips towards him, leaning away. “Look at my beautiful queen. You’re drenched.” He buries his nose against my panties, and I squeak, trying to close my legs.
Vander growls, delivering a light slap to my thigh, before sliding my panties down and lifting my left leg, hooking it over the chair so that I am spread completely before him. Cool air hits me as he smooths his hands over my hips, over the rolls of my belly, groaning in pleasure. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He plumps my curves, squeezing and massaging me everywhere he can reach. “Soft and perfect.” He runs his tongue up my center. I am complete electrified by a single swipe of his tongue.
“Delectable.” He buries his face between my legs, alternating between lapping at my wetness and focusing teasing little circles over my clit. I’m shaking and panting, my back arched as he eats me like a starving man. He growls and eases back. “This is just to take the edge off, darling. I’m going to make this so fucking good for you.”
He gives me a delicate lick, using his thumbs to spread me wider, swirling his tongue around my clit until my legs are trembling, and I moan his name as my inhibitions and shyness dissipate with each intentioned lick.
“That’s right, baby. I’m the one making you feel this good. It’s me you’ll come for, it’s my body yours will crave.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, placing a finger at my opening and my pussy contracts around the tip. At the sensual intrusion, my eyes go wide and then flutter closed in reaction as Vander continues to awaken my body. He groans, flicking his tongue back and forth, pressing the digit inside me until a scream rises in my throat. He pumps his finger with a deliberate, almost teasing slowness, in and out, varying the pressure of his tongue as spikes of pleasure rise in my body until finally it crests and splinters, sending me over the edge. It’s so intense that I want to pull away from the painful pleasure, but instead I give myself over to it completely, letting the sharpness blur into incredible sensation.
He gentles his motion, stroking me while my shudders subside, kissing my thighs, my belly before pulling me to him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”
I run a hand down his long back, in an attempt to regain my senses, loving the way he shivers against me. I feel powerful and almost sated, but I know something is missing.
His cock is thick and swollen between our bodies and I sit back, licking my lips as the tip beads with moisture. I reach for him, but he blocks me. “No, my love. If you touch me now, I’ll end up throwing you on the bed and burying myself inside you.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I say softly, standing and letting the fabric fall around my body. I feel like he’s stripped me down, unlocking a brazen sensuality within me and I want to explore more.
Vander draws me to him, smoothing my hair under his hand while he unties the ribbons at my shoulders, letting the bodice fall away from my breasts. “I’m not done with your pleasure. I want you weeping, begging and mindless so that I’m the only one who can soothe you.”
I step away, reaching for the book that Gary left. “What is this?”
Vander smirks. “That is a menu of what is available to us.”
My eyes widen and I flip it open, but I only see a series of digital codes. “Is it people?”
Vander takes the book from me. “Sometimes. But I’m not sharing you with anyone, ever.” He wraps his arms around me. “What do you want to explore, little kitten?”
“I have no idea. My experience is limited to books and the occasional video I was brave enough to watch a few minutes of.”
He squeezes me. “And did it turn you on?”
I cover my face. “This is very personal.”
Vander steps around me, dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss to my belly. He gazes up at me, his blue eyes serious. “I want to know everything about you. From this day forward, your happiness, your pleasure is my objective. Whatever you desire, is yours.”
