Page 16 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
KELLAN
W atching Darcy fall apart, watching her need for control slip away as I play with her, is utterly intoxicating. She’s a beautiful mess—her hair mussed, tear tracks staining her cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. She’s laid out before me like a juicy peach, ripe for the picking.
My hands move down to cradle her hips as I press a kiss to her soft, round belly.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I whisper, the praise washing over her like a drug.
I can see the way it pulls her deeper under my spell, how pliant and eager she is for me right now.
It’s intoxicating. I could do anything I wanted to her right now and she’d obey.
I’m not interested in hurting her. I want her to learn that she can trust me to take care of her and to make her feel safe and happy.
So I carefully undo the padded restraints around her wrists, massaging them gently in my hands to get the blood flowing before giving her shoulders a little massage as well, easing some of the tension.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, brushing a stray hair away from her forehead. Darcy’s blue eyes stare up at me, shining in wonder. “What’s your color, Wildflower?”
“Green,” Darcy murmurs with a sigh. She’s got a hazy look in her eyes, utterly blissed out after her orgasm.
“I want to try something else,” I say, running my fingers through her hair. “Do you trust me?” Darcy starts to nod, but I lift her chin with one finger, looking deep into her eyes. “I need you to say it.”
“I trust you,” she whispers, her voice soft. I smile then cup her cheek.
“Good girl,” I say. A little whine escapes her and my smile widens, delighting in how affected she is by simple praise. “Stay there.”
I shift on the bed, slipping off so I can discard my clothing quickly.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” I order. She complies. “I’m going to fuck your mouth while I eat out this wet little pussy,” I say, stroking a hand over the damp curls on her mound. Darcy shivers and licks her lips in anticipation.
Easing myself forward, I press my cock against her mouth and slip it inside, then bury my head between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips wide so I can see the glistening slick coating her sex.
Inhaling the sweet, slightly musky scent, I move my mouth around her clit, lightly sucking it between my teeth.
Her body quivers and my length slips deeper into her mouth as we begin to taste each other.
I lick slow circles around her bud, flicking my tongue to get closer as she swallows me, her tongue stroking the underside in a way that has my cock pulsating. My arms wrap around her hips and I slowly thrust back and forth, savoring the way her mouth suctions around me.
Flattening my tongue, I begin painting broad strokes, alternating with quick nips and tiny love bites.
She moans, her mouth stuffed full of my cock.
It reverberates on my skin, increasing the pleasure like a feedback loop.
The more she gives, the more I give back until we’re writhing against each other, desperate for more.
My fingers dig into supple flesh, dimpling the skin as I work my mouth harder on her, pointing my tongue to slip into her entrance as I flick it up, rubbing over her spongy walls.
Darcy is all but grinding herself into my face now, even as I roughly thrust deep into her mouth, pushing into her throat. The room is thick with the scents of sweat and sex, the air heating up as we rut mindlessly against each other.
I can’t get enough of the way she’s teasing me with her tongue and lips, my tip hitting the back of her throat.
She brings her hands up, fondling my downy soft sacs, and I groan, licking deeper inside her in response.
Pleasure zips down my spine as my tongue wiggles inside her, teasing and tormenting her pussy with feverish abandonment.
Darcy’s whines increase in volume as she gets closer, and I attack her bud with my teeth, gently scraping over it as I bury my tongue inside her. Her body pushes against me, driving her toward release as I thrust wildly into her mouth over and over, the bed bouncing in rhythm to our movements.
As my tongue brushes over her clit once more, it tips Darcy over the edge, and she moans quietly as the tidal wave crashes over her, her toes curling in ecstasy.
In response, my body tenses up, back arching as I release into Darcy’s throat, my hips coming to a stop as she swallows every last drop, her tongue licking around my length.
I pull away, sitting up so I can lie next to her as we catch our breath. I’m not done with her by any means, but my limbs are shaking from exertion.
“You took me so well, sweetheart,” I say, my voice gruff as I pull her into my arms. “I’m proud of you.”
Darcy hums and snuggles against me, breathing in my scent.
I stroke her hair, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“I want you inside me,” she says, looking up at me with pleading in her eyes.
“Haven’t I been a good girl?” The question reignites the flame of desire inside me, and suddenly, my exhaustion is all but forgotten.
“God, Darcy. The things you do to me. I want to fuck you so hard and stuff you full of my seed,” I breathe out. I groan and push her down, straddling her waist as I grip her wrists gently in one hand, placing them above her head.
A pleading sob escapes her throat as she closes her eyes, body aflame with need. I bend down, kissing the column of her neck before whispering into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you all night long, Wildflower.”
Darcy spreads her legs and pushes upward, trying to feed my stiffening cock into her pussy without the use of her hands. I chuckle, pulling back for a moment.
“Relax,” I order. “Remember, I’m in charge here.”
Darcy’s lower lip sticks out in a pout. “Fine,” she says, going limp beneath me. I line myself up and drive in deep. I brace my hand against her head and start rocking back and forth, savoring how wet she is for me.
“Oh, God,” I mumble, my arms moving down to cage her in. “Fuck, Darcy, your pussy was made for me.”
Her hands move to grip the tops of my arms, encouraging me to push deeper, the tip of my cock kissing her womb with every thrust. “Oh, yes,” she cries out. “Please, don’t stop. Need you. Need you so much!”
Her words spur me on and I start thrusting harder, faster, deeper, my hands going to her waist to grip her tightly. “Gonna fill you so full,” I promise.
Our bodies move in unison, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She tangles her hands in my hair as her hips piston against mine, sweat dotting her brow.
I lean down and mash my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, mouths moving together as I suck her lower lip between my teeth. Desperation fuels us as we continue to kiss, my hands roaming over her skin.
“Harder!” she begs. I slip out and flip her around, then begin pounding into her from behind, thrusting as deep as I can go.
My hands fly up to grope at her breasts, the flesh soft and supple in my hands as I take her apart.
She rams her ass backward, matching my frenetic pace thrust for thrust. Leaning forward, I bite down on her shoulder.
This sets her off, the orgasm ripping its way through her like a wave crashing on the shore.
She cries out, and I bite down again, leaving a mark as my own climax hits, my seed spilling deep into her womb.
The force nearly knocks me over and I collapse over her back, panting as I try to catch my breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat and as I slowly pull out, I feel sticky from head to toe.
“Fuck,” Darcy breathes, lying flat on the bed on her tummy.
“Fuck,” I echo, a chuckle escaping me. I haven’t had sex that intense in a long time. If I thought it was hard to get Darcy off my mind before, I know it will be impossible now. There’s no way I can let her walk away after a night like tonight.
We lie there together for a few minutes in the afterglow, allowing our bodies to calm and giving ourselves a moment to catch our breath.
“Let me help you get cleaned up,” I say. Darcy makes a noise of protest. I lean down and kiss the bite mark on her shoulder. “You did such a good job, I want to take care of you,” I insist.
She rolls over, and I scoop her up easily, carrying her to the ensuite bathroom. I start the shower and test the water temperature. After such an intense sexual encounter, I want to give Darcy some good aftercare.
Once under the hot stream, I gently wash her skin, tracing soapy circles over her body.
I wash her hair, massaging her scalp with the suds.
She’s still in a hazy daze, enjoying every second of the pampering.
Once we’re done cleaning up, I carry her back into the bedroom and towel her off, then comb out her hair.
I wrap her in one of my plush robes and fetch her some water, making sure she drinks the entire glass before I bend down and kiss her forehead.
“Good girl,” I say, reiterating my praise. “You were wonderful. I’m very pleased, darlin’.”
A faint smile crosses Darcy’s face, and I climb into bed next to her, pulling her close. I can feel her heartbeat, and I savor the closeness as the two of us begin to drift off.