THE BLOOD ROYALS Book 2: Long Live The Queen!

Chapter Fifteen: In Between

Renée's POV
I grabbed a handful of his hair feeling the soft silky strands slipping through my fingers. I arched my feet as my moans kept echoing throughout the silent morning. I'm trying not to scream but occasionally, I falter and I gasp like I'm about to scream but I control myself temporarily to falter yet again.

I can feel his tongue lapping against my wetness. I feel it strongly just over the little bud he is paying constant attention to. I feel a wetness under me that is my own doing. I can't help it. The first time I was shocked and I tried to move away but he gripped my thighs tightly kissing me harder and taking in every bit of release I had for him. The second time, I let it happen without holding back.

He has proclaimed me beautiful and sweet.

I'm watching the snow falling on this cold quiet morning. I'm naked on my back. He's naked, in between pleasing every nerve in my body. They have sparked to life. My mind is awake, my heart is racing.

I frowned delicately at the looming climax on it's way. I arched my back, pressing my thighs together to cage him just where I want him. He parted me wide and brought me to a sudden explosive release. Once again, I didn't fail to be generous with it.

He kissed my inner thighs and slowly kissed his way up to my stomach, to the valley of my breasts and finally to my lips where I'm craving him.

I wrapped my arms around him feeling his naked warmth on top of me. His hardness poked at my entrance. He's guiding it and my heart can't help but race at the anticipation of being filled by him.

But even at this moment when I'm happy to have him back, when I'm being pleased beyond bounds, I can't help but hear Xanth asking me if this is what I deserve. I can't help but see him in this room looking on at Reli and I in a displeased way. I can't help but imagine.

Do I want to risk losing my virtue to a man I'll never see again? If he walks away and he never looks back, will I be okay?

He took my hard nipple into his mouth teasing and sucking to the point my mind became blank yet again. Any sensibleness in me faded into the background allowing only emotion and dangerous sensations that are easy to be amplified by a penetration from him. Yes, I want it. I want it very much.

He moved to the other breast and he hungrily fed as I watched his mouth anchored with surety over it. I brought my ha d to ciò the other. It's still burning from his assault. My whole body is. He is making it harder to think, harder to look back.

He kissed his way back to my lips. He's quiet. He's in need. As he filled his hand with my breast, I filled mine with his rock hardness. The sound of him groaning pleased me. I watch his delicate frown as he tore his lips from mine.

His long thick dark eyelashes parted to reveal a tormented pair of dark eyes looking to me to satisfy him.

"Renée..." He whispered my name like it's his last breath. "Mmm..."

I kept the motion, squeezing the bottom and dragging my hand up over the hardened length. I repeated it back and forth until his groans were close together, deep and getting louder. I'm starting to feel wetness in my hand. I want to look. He has watched me climax to a release and I want to see his. I must.

I pushed him to lie on his back. I stroked him in a much faster and rougher way. The angry dark tip is glistening. His tight muscles are more pronounced as he is fighting the inevitable. This is the only way I can please him, not disappoint him and keep my virtue until I'm sure.

I guess Xanth wins. My mind won't forget to remind me about what I deserve and it is not a one off time. If Reli is to have me then it must be every night or whenever I damn hell desire to be pleased.