Page 20 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

Bad Choices

INGRID

K eir kissed me, pressing my body into the couch. Physically, I was ready. It was as if when he kissed me, I couldn’t help but bend to him. Or was it even bending to his will? Was he not here to please me? We had an unspoken agreement. He pleasured me first—always taking care of me before he got to have me. And with his fingers rubbing against my clit, I got wetter and wetter. It was overwhelming.

“Have you ever done this out here?” I laughed. “Above deck is a bad idea, Keir.”

I was protesting and knew we shouldn’t do this here, but I felt naughty. Naughty felt good.

“No. It’d be a first,” Keir said. “But I’d like to.”

Me, too .

“I want you,” I whispered. “I crave it. But, Keir, if I bleed out here, it’s…”

I didn’t even know what to say. I couldn’t make sense as he thrust one finger, then two, deep into my centre.

“You’re so wet,” Keir whispered. “I want to get you off.”

I moaned, unable to resist.

“I am being practical.”

“I can just go down on you. Would you like that?” Keir asked.

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“I’d love to taste you. Trust me. It would be fair. Has anyone ever done that for you—gotten you off with their tongue?”

His words sent me into a whirlwind. They hit me, only making me wetter. He wanted to taste me? No one had ever dared go there, but should I let him? His naughty, tempting words made me want whatever was on offer. He kissed my neck again, sending shivers down my spine. What did I lose if I gave in?

“Never,” I gasped.

“Then I must. You deserve to feel it,” Keir said. “Do you want me to make you cum, Ingrid?”

“So much,” I moaned. “Yes.”

He disappeared under the blanket, but I threw it back.

“I want to watch,” I said.

He pulled my shorts off, leaving them wrapped around one leg. Keir parted my legs and kissed down my torso. I watched him kiss my clit, then lick it slowly. I shuddered.

He came back up.

“It’s amazing. Don’t stop,” I said. “Unless… you don’t like it.”

“I love it. Be a good girl, and let me eat you out,” Keir said.

It was so delightfully dirty. I drove him mad, something I didn’t even know was possible for me. Keir slid between my legs again. I reached back, grabbing a pillow to sit up a bit more.

“Dirty girl, you want to watch the whole thing?” He asked.

“Get to work,” I said, pushing his head back into my pussy.

I wanted to watch him please me. Involuntarily, I grabbed his hair. He was the blondest of the brothers—still slightly ginger. I soaked up the look of him submitting to desire, my pale legs draped over his gorgeous, broad shoulders. He was so sexy. How had I managed to tempt this man?

“Oh, don’t stop,” I moaned. “That’s the spot.”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he slid a finger inside me to tickle my G-spot. It only brought me closer to ecstasy. I wanted to savour this—the warm feeling, the absolute pleasure, and the release. I’d given it to myself many times before, but doing it with him was addictive. I gripped his hair tighter, pressing my hips into his face harder. I had no control. My toes curled. I panted. I climaxed, unable to stay silent as I hoped.

“ Ouais! Oh, mon dieu! Fuck! Keir.” I don’t know what came over me when I orgasmed. It was uncontrollable. My body shuddered. I couldn’t keep it in.

Keir kissed my thigh, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You couldn’t even hold back.”

“I… that was… brilliant,” I gasped breathlessly.

He wiped his face and pinned me to the couch again. “You’re amazing.”

His erection pressed against me. I wanted him again—so badly—but I was paranoid.

“I’ll have you again,” Keir promised. “I’ll get much more out of you. We’ll meet again, and I will once more make you scream my name.”

“I… I’d like that,” I admitted.

These were terrible choices, but I needed more. He was so good at unwinding me. He unleashed this sexual side of me I didn’t even know I had. I never doubted I was capable of shagging someone—that level of denial and doubt was Odette’s thing—but to know I was capable of being so demanding and assertive was powerful. I wanted every bit of him again and again. I was addicted to this devotion to the pleasure he gave.