Page 26 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
KELLAN
O nce the bedroom door is shut, I lean down, pressing my lips against Darcy’s once more.
Her lips are soft, warm, and everything I’ve been missing.
I didn’t realize just how much until now, until I have her close like this.
Everything that’s happened over the past few days floods my mind—Rose’s accident, the hospital, the look on Darcy’s face as she held our daughter’s hand and kept herself calm, even though I could see the worry in her eyes.
I’d been trying to keep some distance, thinking it might protect them if I didn’t get too close. Maybe if I just took a step back, they wouldn’t get caught up in the more dangerous side of my life and they’d be safe from the dangers I couldn’t always keep away.
But even with that distance, Rose still got hurt, and I wasn’t there when they needed me most. I kept myself away for no reason, selfishly thinking that I knew what was best for them once again.
That’s how it is between us, isn’t it? I always decide I know what’s best and Darcy ends up resenting me.
I want to try to trust Darcy more. She’s shown herself to be more than capable of handling herself in my world, but I know that simply telling her what I’ve realized isn’t going to help. I Need to show her.
“I’ve missed you,” I murmur, pulling away to look into her beautiful blue eyes. “I want to be with you tonight. Is that alright?”
I know there’s still distance between us, a tension that won’t be solved tonight, but this is what I can offer her tonight, a respite from the storm of the past few weeks.
“Yes,” she says, reaching up on tiptoe to wind her arms around my neck and give me a deep, searing kiss. “I’ve missed you too,” she hums against my lips.
Our mouths connect, and everything else seems to fall away. Our kisses are slow, unhurried tonight. It’s not about fulfilling a fantasy or sating our lust but about connecting. Tonight is just about us.
My hands roam over her body, my chest aching with a need to be close to her.
I kiss her slowly, brushing my tongue against her lips, seeking entrance.
I don’t know how I can convey that I want to let her in more, but I’m going to try my best. Our tongues swirl around and around, every pass sending more liquid heat pooling into my gut.
Tonight, I’m going to worship Darcy and make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
Moving my mouth to her neck, I start kissing down the long column of her throat.
My hands move down to her waist, lifting her so I can carry her over to the bed and set her down, where I pull her into my lap to continue my slow ravishment.
My lips work up to her ear, kissing the soft flesh there before my tongue darts out, tracing a line around the shell of her ear.
Her breathy moans are like music to my ears and I find myself wanting to hear more.
I stroke her thigh, an ache building. I want to touch her all over, to stroke her skin, caress her body, and hold it close to mine.
I want to make her mine tonight, remind her of where she is and whom she’s with. Darcy’s hands slide down my back as I blow a gentle breeze across the spot my tongue skimmed over, and she shivers, her lips finding my neck as well, reciprocating the kisses.
As my hands brush over her thighs, I hike them up so her legs are spread wide across my lap, the two of us entwined around each other.
My hands move down to push her panties to the side, sliding one finger into her folds.
She’s already starting to get wet for me, the tender movement earning another moan from her lips.
My fingers explore her heated cunt, skimming over her bud to seek entrance inside her opening, pressing into it and curling upward. She arches her back, lips never leaving my skin as she continues to kiss me, tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe across my flesh.
Slowly, I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, adding a second digit after a moment. She feels so warm here, so wet, so tight. The thought leaves me dizzy, that even after so much distance between us, Darcy still wants me.
Her hips rock smoothly against my fingers, swallowing them up as her hands move down to stroke over my chest, fingers playing with the hair around my nipples.
It feels so good, so perfect right now. I was a fool for letting her get away all those years ago, and I’ve got so much to make up for. Burning desire floods my body, and I feel my cock pulsate inside my pants.
“Oh, Darcy,” I sigh into her skin. “Let me worship you, Wildflower. Let me love your body tonight.”
“Please, Kellan,” she whispers, a yearning look in her eyes as we make contact. “Touch me, kiss me, make me yours.”
Pulling my fingers out of her now dripping entrance, I lick them clean and start taking her clothes off, one piece at a time, starting with her black skirt and navy blouse and ending with her black panties and matching bra.
After discarding them, I yank off my pants and button-up, discarding my tie somewhere behind me, and return to the bed, crawling up it to lie next to Darcy, naked skin against naked skin.
From there, I push her knees up to her chest and settle between her thighs, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy, dragging the head along her folds, rubbing it over her fleshy pearl as I watch her eyes flutter shut, lips forming an ‘O’ of ecstasy.
Finally, I plunge my cock into her warmth, pushing deep inside as I begin to make love to Darcy.
Her knees lock behind my back, holding us close together as I lean down to unite our lips once more.
I pull away for a moment and our eyes meet, holding contact as a million and one unspoken words pass between us.
My hands land on either side of her head, and I lean in, whispering into her ear, “I missed this. I missed you, Darcy. I don’t want to fight anymore.”
“Me neither,” she whispers back, a ragged moan punctuating her sentence. “Let’s just agree to make love instead.”
This pulls a low chuckle from me, and I turn my head to kiss her again, one hand moving down to cup her cheek.
Digging my toes into the mattress, I push forward, sliding deeper into Darcy’s cunt.
Something shifts and suddenly, I’m even deeper, my cock buried to the hilt.
From the surprised look on Darcy’s face, I don’t think she was expecting that, but her surprise turns into a breathy moan.
“Oh, yes,” she begs, hands moving to stroke over my back. “Yes, oh please, Kellan, you’re so deep inside me, you’re impossibly deep.”
Pushing back and forth against her, I slip in and out of her wetness, her pussy walls squeezing around me in just the right way to provide exquisite friction. Soft, breathy moans fill the air and it’s quiet, save for the rain falling outside the window.
I could lie here all day, just like this, my cock nestled deep inside this amazing woman. I feel myself starting to move a little faster, push a little deeper, as deep as I can go. Darcy’s hands grow more desperate, fingers digging divots into my back and her thighs pressing harder against me.
“Yes, oh yes, Kellan!” she cries out, her voice quiet. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
My hips continue at the same pace, encouraging Darcy to reach her peak. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I encourage. “Let yourself go. Let yourself feel good. Use my cock for your pleasure.”
She cries out, her whole body shaking as she comes apart at the seams, throwing her head back and curling her toes as the orgasm quakes through her.
As she squeezes around my cock, the friction becomes too much and I find myself flying off the cliff just behind her, filling her pussy up with my seed as I press deep inside.
We stare at each other, a spark of something passing between us. I don’t know what it is but I feel closer to Darcy than ever before right now.
I might even be falling for her. The thought should scare me, should terrify me, but instead, all I feel is a kind of quiet relief. Allowing myself to acknowledge how much I care about this woman feels freeing.
“I want to eat you out,” I whisper, trailing a finger down the side of her cheek. “Your body is mine tonight, mine to taste, mine to worship, Wildflower.”
Darcy gives me a little nod, legs falling open as I pull away from her. Diving forward, I get on my hands and knees and begin to lap up the spilled juices from her quivering pussy, lathing my tongue along her folds, licking the bitter, salty cum that seeps from her cunt.
She throws an arm over her face, knees bending weakly as her thighs start to shake. I lap up her slick, the taste sweet and a little creamy. My tongue curls, thrusting into her body as I brush my upper lip over her bud, teasing it.
“Oh, yes, Kellan!” she calls. Hearing my name from her lips is all the incentive I need, and I keep going, alternating between tongue-fucking her and suckling her fleshy pearl, over and over again.
It isn’t long before Darcy’s hands fly down, pressing my face against her as she finds her release, liquid dripping all over my face.
I sit up, face shiny with slick, and wipe it away with the back of my hand, grinning at her. “You taste like the nectar of the gods, darlin’. Thank you.”
Darcy blushes and hides her face behind her arm for a moment as she gathers herself. “What about you?” she asks. “I want to make you feel good too.”
I reach out, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip. “Being close to you like this makes me feel good.”
But she sighs, disappointment in her eyes. I shake my head. “I can’t deny you anything, darlin’,” I say. “Then do this for me. Sit up,” I suggest, tapping her thigh.
She sits, and I lie down on the bed, pulling her on top of me. “I’m gonna use your thighs,” I tell her. “Keep your legs squeezed tight together, okay?”
She nods, and I slip my already hardening cock in the apex of her thighs, using the messy slick from her pussy as lubrication.
As I rock between her tightly clasped legs, I pull her down for a kiss, pressing my tongue into her mouth.
Our tongues slide together in a rhythm not unlike the way I roll my hips back and forth as I fuck into the tight crevice, the heat of her pussy warming my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Darcy,” I moan, my hands moving to hold her close. I love her thick, plush thighs and I’ve always wanted to try this, so it’s perfect that I get the opportunity to do so right now.
The more I rock into her, the harder I become until I’m at full mast, desperate for release. I grunt out her name again, squeezing my hands over the round globes of her ass, pushing her against me.
Finally, my body tenses, balls drawing up as I begin to climax, coating the back of her thighs with more thick seed, which rolls down to the backs of her knees.
We flop down together, exhausted but fully satiated. As I stroke her hair, trying to psych myself up to get up and clean up, I think to myself once again how lucky I am that Darcy is in my life.