Page 22 of Mated to the Crown
“Fuck, you look so good in this dress.” His chest rumbles and I can’t help but smile.
“You look pretty good yourself.” I run my hands down the front of his shirt. He cups my face, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know what you were told. I didn’t want to marry her.
My mother said she would kill you if I didn’t.
I was waiting for a good time to escape but then was worried you would be stuck in the palace somewhere.
” He groans, a frustrated noise. “You really made the best of the situation. Pulling Nicholas in was ballsy.”
“He pulled himself in, actually.” I mutter, grabbing Malik’s shirt and pulling him against me. “Did you feel something the other day? Through the bond when we were apart?” My voice comes out as a whisper and that sly smirk appears on his face.
“Oh, you mean when you touched yourself with thoughts of me?” He kisses down my jaw to just under my earlobe.
My face goes bright red as he pulls away, embarrassment filling me.
“I did too. I imagined it was you.” He nibbles my earlobe.
“So that really happened?” I whisper, feeling like a giddy school girl.
“Oh yes, Princess. But now you are here, I don’t have to imagine.
” He growls, pulling me close against him as our mouths crash together again.
His hands are all over me, pushing me back into the hay.
Normally it would be poking me in the skin, scratching my legs and arms, but I didn’t fucking care.
I had Malik back and that was all that mattered.
His mouth trails kisses down my neck to my breasts.
He pulls the dress away to take my nipple in his mouth.
The hot, wet feeling of his mouth immediately has me arching my back.
Fuck, I missed him. I missed this. My hands clutch at his shoulders, wanting him closer to me but he doesn’t stop.
His mouth continues down until he hikes up the dress, putting up a blockade so I can’t see him.
I whimper, blind as to what he is doing.
His tongue touches my inner thigh, dragging up along the side before disappearing again.
My whole body is on fire and not knowing what he is about to do puts me on edge.
He does it again to the other thigh before pressing his mouth against my pussy.
I am already aching for him but when he lets out a breath and the hot air touches me I can’t hold in my moan.
His tongue darts out, pressing flat against me before he slips his fingers into my panties and pushes them to the side.
His tongue moves, swiping up and down my pussy until I can feel the wetness all over. His lips seal around my clit, sucking lightly before he moves his tongue further down and teases my entrance. I press the dress away, trying to watch him but he nips my inner thigh.
“No, you don’t get to watch this.” He growls and I feel the vibration through his mouth.
I put my head back and close my eyes, focusing on the way he makes me feel.
My core tightens, a spool reeling up the more he touches me.
His tongue alternates between teasing my entrance and flicking over my clit.
My moans come out more ragged and I clutch at the hay to ground myself.
“Please.” I whimper. “I need you, Malik.”
His mouth pulls away and I can just imagine the smirk on his face.
“What do you need?” His voice is low and it makes my head swim with a heady feeling. I grumble, writhing on the hay. “Tell me, baby.”
“Fuck. I need you in me.” I whimper.
His hand slides over my wet pussy before slapping it lightly. I gasp, sitting up and looking down at him between my legs.
“Patience.” He raises an eyebrow. I can’t help but stare at him. My arousal on his face, his devious smile, the way his hair is all askew. He’s perfect. “What are you looking at, hmm?” He stands up, crawling on top of me and pinning me to the hay. His mouth hovers inches from mine.
“You.” I whisper. “I’m looking at my Prince.” I feel the heat in my cheeks as I say it and his face softens. He brushes my jaw with his knuckles and kisses me on the top of the nose.
“I need to tell you something.”
My heart stops, my stomach drops and for a moment I don’t know what he is about to say. We are sprawled out on top of each other in the hay loft, about to fuck and now he wants to say something?
He lets out a low chuckle. “It’s not bad. I just wanted to tell you the final step of the bond.”
“What?” I whisper, scrunching my eyebrows together.
“The final part, it will bond us for good. There will be no going back.” He speaks quietly but grinds his hips against mine. I let out a soft whimper and close my eyes.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“I need to bite you.” He growls in my ear. For some reason thinking of him biting me, marking me, sends electricity through me in all the right places.
“That sounds kinda sexy.” I giggle, looking up at him.
“Well, I mean the only time to do it is during sex so…” He trails off, pressing his hips against me.
“A-are you asking me? To accept the bond and your bite?” I whimper again and look up at him.
He nods and I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. Our tongues swirl together and for a moment I think I’m going to explode right there with all the teasing. He pulls away slowly.
“Will you accept?” He says in a hushed voice.
“We better find a real bed. I don’t want to seal the bond here.” I look around the hay loft. While this technically was my safe space, I don’t know if I wanted to be picking hay out of my clothes for the rest of the day. He laughs and nuzzles his nose against my neck.
“I mean, we can still fuck up here and do the mate bond later. You are pretty fucking wet and I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” His low voice and the dirty things he says turns me on way more than it should.
“Then fuck me.” I whisper.