NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

21💋

Mature content ahead.

❥ SARAH ❥

He was the devil.

He had to be as I finally looked at him properly.

His hair was a mess, strands falling over his forehead, and his lips—god, his lips were swollen, red, calling my name with every teasing kiss. He looked so fucking sexy, his breath ragged, his green eyes darkened with a hunger that only made me want him more.

"So what will it be, darling?" he whispered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

His lips barely touched mine, just a brush, a tease, as he asked the question. A question that in any other moment, with any other man, I would’ve shoved away. But not now. Not with him.

“Come on, Chris,” I whimpered, my voice laced with desperation I wasn’t used to feeling. I was never the type to beg for a man—never. But this man? He broke all the rules I’d stood by for years.

His grin was slow, almost wicked, as he traced his finger along my jaw, his touch featherlight but enough to make my body burn.

“Just want permission before you claim I took advantage the next day.” His voice was a dark taunt, reminding me of my own words from weeks ago, when I’d tried to push him away, tried to hold onto some control.

I should’ve rolled my eyes. I should’ve fought back. But instead, my head fell back against the wall, my body arching into him as his hand slid between my thighs, massaging my core over the thin fabric of my lingerie.

"Fuck," The friction sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t think anymore. All I could feel was him.

I could blame the wine tomorrow but now—right now, I want him inside me, fucking all the problems out of me.

“Please, Chris.” I barely recognized my own voice—it was breathy, broken. He’d won. He knew it, and I knew it.

“Please what?” he asked, his smirk infuriatingly cocky as his fingers teased the edge of my panties, just enough to drive me mad. His tongue flicked out, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, and I gasped, my hips rising involuntarily, begging for more.

“Go... go faster.” My words came out in a rush, ignoring the smirk of pride on his face. I didn’t care. I needed him. Now.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin as he licked a slow path up my neck.

“Now, that’s a good girl.” His voice was a purr, and I knew I was completely, utterly fucked.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending lighting up under his touch. His fingers slipped beneath my panties, finally pressing where I needed him most, and I almost cried out. He didn’t slow down. His fingers moved with purpose, drawing pleasure from me in ways that had me clutching his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, anything, as he worked me to the edge.