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Then he slides down my body, kissing my lips, my throat, both breasts, my ribs.
When he’s down far enough that he can’t hold my wrists together anymore, he growls, “Don’t move your hands, or I’ll put you over my knee and make this gorgeous ass bright pink.”
I shiver.
He gives my stomach a little nip. “You’re not ready for that, but reaction noted.” Then he continues down my body until he’s at my pussy. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do.
“Good girl.”
Oh, damn.
He notes that shiver too, I’m sure.
He settles between my thighs and spreads me open with his thumbs. I feel my face blush as he studies me so up close. Then he gives me a long lick.
After two orgasms back to back, I’m very sensitive and I gasp his name.
He grins up at me, but I swear it looks devious rather than amused.
He slides down another few inches. With his eyes on mine, he leans in and licks my inner thigh, then sucks. Then sucks harder. Then bites.
I gasp as heat floods me.
That’s going to leave a mark.
On his territory.
He kisses the spot, then shifts higher again.
“Jonah, I?—”
But I don’t complete that thought. Or even remember what it was as he proceeds to lick and suck and finger me toanotherorgasm.
Spread out. Like a feast.
He did it both ways. Just as I asked.
And when I come down from it, he kisses me deeply and says, “Mine.”
Chapter18
Jonah
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Henry: Of course this got all complicated. You got the angsty royal.
Jonah: I did? Torin is more angsty than Declan?
For sure. Declan’s an asshole, but he’s consistent. He’s always the same. Fiona too. She’s the passionate one, but she’s always known who she is and what she wants. She causes trouble, for sure, but her drama is more external. Like raiding some asshole’s farmstead in the middle of the night to rescue a bunch of animals or going to Congress to testify about laws and regulations.
In spite of everything, I smile as I read that. He’s exactly right.
And Cian?
Cian is just happy to be here.