Page 10 of Coronation (Royally Forbidden #1)

My hands smooth further up her bent legs to slip beneath the hem of her dress, which ought to qualify as a weapon of some sort.

Our gazes are locked as my searching fingers discover a lace band sitting high on her hips.

She lifts them without hesitation, allowing me to slide her panties down her legs, and I curse roughly under my breath as I free them from her ankles and finally see the state of them.

Soaked. This goddess soaked her fucking panties for me , and that discovery has my cock weeping, aroused to the point of pain .

“Zelda, darling, you’ve been getting wet for me? Out here where anyone can see?” I tuck the garment into my pocket, knowing full well she will not be getting it back.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m so embarrassed.” She isn’t. That breathy, innocent voice might say one thing, but the way her thighs press together says another.

My lips curve as I return my hands to her body. “Open your legs. I’d like to see for myself.”

Even in the shadows, it quickly becomes apparent that this woman’s unearthly perfection isn’t limited to what the world sees.

A low groan spills from my lips as her thighs inch apart, allowing me to see her bare cunt, and the arousal which has gathered along the length of her slit.

She’s waxed bare apart from a tiny strip of hair over her mound, and it must be disarming for her to have me staring so openly, but I can’t seem to help myself.

“No one else touches you tonight. Do you understand?” I order, my voice like gravel.

There is no room for miscommunication here.

The entirety of my life has come with rules for civility and decorum, procedures to be followed, and traditions to be upheld.

I’d thought they would be too deeply ingrained to ever escape their bonds, but one look at Zelda Flowers’ cunt, and I know I would put my fist into the face of any man who tried to take her from me.

Tearing my eyes from her sex, I meet Zelda’s gaze. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, plump tits heaving beneath that silky dress. “Is that an order, sir?” she breathes.

“It certainly is, Miss Flowers.” And, because I’ve exhausted my self-control where she’s concerned, I lean forward, dragging my tongue through her slit.

The taste of her is incredible, but as I suck greedily at her clit and hear that first startled cry from the woman spread out before me, the sounds of her pleasure…

yes. That’s what does it . I feel the change come over me, the palpable shift from man to beast as my conscious mind falls away, taking any semblance of control with it.

My fingers dig into Zelda’s thighs as I push her legs open wider, giving myself room to seal my mouth over her sex, lapping at the musky arousal that has flooded over my tongue. We’re exposed; anyone could see what I’m doing to her, and I fucking want them to .

This is, by far, the most sordid thing I’ve ever done, and I never want it to end.

“Oh my god,” whimpers Zelda, her warm, satin-soft thighs trembling in my hands as I turn my attention lower, teasing her entrance with firm circles of my tongue. “Don’t stop, please?—”

I’d have to be mad to stop. My head swims with the rush of whatever caveman instincts have flooded my system, demanding I make this so good for her that she only comes to me for this.

I want to be the man who gives her pleasure and gets her off, but beneath it all is a primal, biological demand which has certainly never registered for me before.

Her noises grow louder as she grasps my hair in both hands, pulling to the point of pain as she instinctively tries to get closer to the source of what is making her feel so good.

I let her, following her cues and going harder as her grip tightens.

It will be a miracle if I don’t spill in my goddamn trousers by making this woman come.

Hitching her leg over my shoulder, I press my hand between her thighs as well, slamming two fingers into her obscenely tight cunt. At almost the same moment, I pull her clit between my lips, suckling the swollen bundle of nerves with single-minded desperation.

I need her to come—need it more than the air in my lungs or the earth digging into my knees—and thank fuck, she does.

Fucking her with my fingers, I watch, entranced, as Zelda comes apart.

Her lips fall open, sucking in greedy lungfuls of air as her body tenses and shakes, thighs trembling on either side of my head.

I never want this to end. When it does, though, and she props herself further up on the lounger, gazing at me through eyes still hazy in the aftermath of her orgasm, I find myself grinning.

“There’s a great deal more I would like to see, Miss Flowers. ”

She lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Do I get to see you, too?”

“If you’d like. I’m more than happy to spend the evening making you come on my face.”

I truly would, and still feel like the luckiest man on the planet for it, but Zelda seems to have other plans for me.

The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes roam down to the thick ridge of my cock, testing the material of my trousers, then back to my face.

“I think I’d like for you to fuck me, instead. ”