Page 22 of Royal Bargain

She doesn’t answer. She can’t, not when my mouth claims hers like I’ve been aching to do all day.

I lift her effortlessly, settling her on the edge of the bed, my lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve waited so long for this,” I murmur. “Every concert. Every picture. Every time I heard that voice, I imagined how you’d sound beneath me.”

My hands are reverent and reckless all at once, tugging fabric aside, biting kisses into her skin. She moans, and I go still.

“There it is,” I whisper. “That’s the beginning of a song. Don’t stop now.”

“Sing for me,” I command, hips pressing her deeper into the fantasy. “Come on, my pretty little star—let them hear who youreallybelong to.”

She shatters beneath me, a breathless moan slipping out like melody, and I drink it in like it’s oxygen.

“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice ragged. “That’s my favorite song.”

Ana opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a low, breathy growl. “Don’t speak. Sing for me.”

My fingers curl around her throat—not tight, just enough to remind her who’s in control. Her voice, half-moan, half-song, slips into the space between us, and I rumble my approval.

My mouth descends on hers and I kiss—no, I devour her—like a man starving. Our lips move together and I nip at her lower lip, sucking it between mine before biting down, almost hard enough to draw blood but at the last second I pull away.

Ana looks up at me, a mix of desire and mock indignation on her face. “You’re insane,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the way my hand squeezes her throat.

“I’ve been watching you,” I breathe against her neck. “Every song. Every note. Every time you disappeared from the spotlight, I knew it was for me. All for me.”

Ana struggles against my grip again, putting up a token fight. “You’ve been watching me?” she asks, eyes wide. “I don’t even know your name…”

“My name is…” I lean up, my lips brushing her ear. “Unimportant.” My grip tightens just enough to make her gasp. “All that matters is that I’m the one who’s been waiting. Watching. Wanting. And now it’s your turn. I’m going to make you the one watching. Wanting.”

Ana squirms, pupils blown wide with desire, and I press my mouth to hers again, flicking my tongue against her lips. “Your voice belongs to me now. And only me.”

Releasing my grasp around her throat, I trail down her body until I’m at the apex of her thighs, spreading them open to stare at her unabashedly. She’s glistening with slick and her reddish curls almost gleam in the dim light of the bedroom.

When I thrust my tongue into the mess of slick, Ana cries out softly, her voice breathy and broken. The sound curls through the air, haunting me with its achingly beautiful melody.

There it is. My eyes narrow in pleasure as I focus all my attention on the tiny bud in front of me. There’s the song I’ve been waiting for all night.

My tongue beats out a sloppy rhythm on her clit, twirling around and around as I press one finger into her sopping wet pussy. She’s so wet she can take a second finger easily and I press it inside as well, scissoring them to open her up more.

Her moans hit the air in a punching staccato, and I shudder like it’s the song I’ve been chasing for years. It’s exhilarating getting this from her, and I continue to push deeper inside with my fingers, curving them forward to hit her spot.

This elicits a shrill, sharp note from her throat, and I smirk to myself as I suck her clit between my lips. My tongue toys with it as I suckle the bud, tasting her straight from the source.

Ana’s moans are music to my ears as I probe her cunt, moving my fingers back and forth in increasing speed as I bring her closer and closer to climax. Her voice carries through the apartment, and I reach up with my free hand to cover her mouth, lest she wake Lily.

Despite how tightly my hand covers her mouth, her muffled moans still echo up here in the loft, and I decide I need to put that pretty mouth to good use.

Withdrawing my fingers, I smear them over her lips, making her taste herself as I flip our positions. Guiding her to her knees, I push her head down onto my throbbing dick, needing to feelher mouth on me. “I’m taking your voice away until you earn it back.”

Her tongue darts out, licking the salty pre from the tip as she hums around my length, sending sparks down my spine. “Good girl,” I growl, fisting a hand in her air. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Ana slides further down my length, the tip poking out of her cheek as she uses her hands to stroke my balls, tickling the fine, downy hairs there with her gentle touches.

“Oh, God, yes,” I rasp out, tugging on the thick strands of the black hair of her wig. She mewls around me in response, pretending it’s tugging at her scalp as I push her further down my cock.

Using her hair, I start to fuck myself against her face, making my cock slip into her throat as she struggles to keep up, wet tears in her eyes, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth.

She’s a sight to behold like this, and I can feel myself getting close. Not wanting to spill so quickly, I pull her off me and dump her onto my lap. With one hand, I guide my cock into her waiting hole while the other tugs her close, capturing her lips with mine.

Our movements become erratic as we chase our pleasure, the bed shaking under us, Ana’s mouth fused to mine as we kiss. “Fuck, just like that,” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder as she rocks into me over and over again.