NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

23

❥SARAH ❥

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the lack of a particular someone beside me and the lingering scent of sex still thick in the air. The sheets were rumpled, evidence of the night's events scattered across the room. How many times had we gone at it?

I tried to sit up, but the sharp ache between my legs made me hiss and curse under my breath. My entire lower body throbbed, a dull reminder of the intensity we’d shared. I licked my lips, wincing at the slight pain. Had he bitten me? My lips felt swollen, bruised from his rough kisses.

The memories of last night came flooding back, and heat rushed through me again. No, I couldn’t think about how amazing he was, how his touch still seemed to burn on my skin even now. But I couldn’t stop myself from remembering the way he looked at me, the way his fingers worked their magic, sending me to another world. His touch was like fire, and his tongue… God, the way his tongue explored every inch of me, hitting places I never even knew could bring so much pleasure.

I bite my lip, feeling my core throb at the thought. Most of the men I’d been with were just looking for a quick release, barely caring about my satisfaction. But Chris? He had given me something more—something I didn’t think was possible. It was like he took his time, savoring every moment, like a predator enjoying his prey. He knew exactly what to do, how to make me fall apart.

My body betrayed me, clenching with need just thinking about him. The way he had filled me, the way I had shamelessly given him a blowjob in the women’s restroom… God, if Sam knew about that, she’d never let me live it down.

It was like Chris had been waiting, patiently, until I finally gave in to him. And when I did… it had been worth it. But this was a one-time thing. It couldn’t happen again.

Right?

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, frustration rising inside me. I should feel guilty about this, about breaking the contract and sleeping with him, but the only thing I felt was… desire. I craved more of him. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of our time together, and I couldn’t shake the thought of him coming through that door and demanding I get on all fours for him again.

Great. Now I was turning into a sex maniac.

I struggled to get out of bed, my legs weak beneath me as I took slow, careful steps toward the bathroom. I needed to clean up, even though it felt like he had already taken care of that. Did he… did he clean me? The thought sent a rush of heat through me again.

I staggered into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, freezing in place. I looked like a disaster. No, worse than a disaster—I looked like I’d just crawled out of a grave. My lips were chewed up, swollen and red, a clear sign of his rough treatment. I didn’t mind the way he kissed me—it was intoxicating and passionate—but seeing the aftermath made me scowl.