Royally Ever After (Royals of Valleria #7) by Marianne Knightly Read Free Book Online Page A

ricocheting around their cavernous bathroom, echoing against the image of themselves in front of them.
    “Alex, please.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “You.”
    “Any particular part of me?”
    Her eyes shut, her face turning into his neck. “Alex.” His name was a tortured groan on her lips.
    “Tell me,” he growled.
    “Your cock,” she whispered. “I want it inside me. Please.”
    Was there anything hotter than his love begging for his cock, begging for him to claim her, possess her in a way no other man had ever possessed her before? In a way no other man ever would?
    He was her one and only. Now and forever.
    “Come for me, darling. Come and you can have my cock inside you.”
    One of her hands fisted his hair.
    Her other hand covered his on her pussy, her fingers twining with his and her juices.
    She shifted onto her tiptoes, aching, straining for the peak.
    His other hand moved from her stomach to the top of her corset, releasing her breast.
    As he toyed with her nipple, her body closed around his fingers and he groaned. She was so fucking tight.
    She cried out as the orgasm washed over her, her hands clinging to him for purchase as she rode the wave.
    When she sagged against him, he pushed her slightly forward and unhooked her corset, tossing it to the side.
    Now they were both naked, a light sheen of sweat gleaming on their olive-toned skin.
    “Ready for my cock, darling?”
    She sighed and swung her head around, seeking his lips.
    He readily complied, his tongue easily tangling with hers. Before her, a kiss had never aroused so much, a touch had never meant so much.
    Before her, he’d had no one to share the load of being heir apparent. No one he could truly be himself with.
    He’d be lost without her.
    Now, he wanted to be lost in her.
    He pulled his lips back, both of them breathing heavily. “Spread your legs,” he said gruffly. “Prop them up on the counter.”
    He lifted her until her feet were resting on counter’s edge, her legs bent and spread wide, baring her pussy fully to him in the mirror.
    “Eyes on the mirror, Becca. Don’t take your fucking eyes off of me while I claim you.”
    Her arms wound back around his neck and she braced as he aligned his cock with her body.
    He inched in slowly, one hand teasing her breast, while the other teased her clit.
    “Do you see me, Becca?” he murmured low in her ear. “Do you see my cock possessing you?”
    “Yes,” she hissed. “God, yes.”
    He inched in further. “Do you see me taking you, claiming you?”
    She groaned, her body arching against him.
    He thrust in all the way. “You’re mine.”
    “Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Alex, faster.”
    He thrust slowly, tormenting them both. “Mine.”
    Her legs started to close and he withdrew his cock, leaving only the tip inside her.
    She mewed in protest. “Alex.”
    “Legs spread, Becca. Spread them nice and wide for me to see. Spread them wide so you see my view every time I fuck you, every time I make love to you.” He thrust in hard and fast to the root.
    They both groaned and his patience wore thin. “Hold on.”
    “Yes.”
    Another hard thrust. “Damn it, Becca, hold on.”
    “Alex!” Her body bowed high as her orgasm crested, then she sagged against him while he thrust once, twice, three times and released his seed inside her in several long, heavenly spurts.
    Heaven. That’s exactly what she was. His heaven on earth.
    He buried his face in her neck and pressed a soft kiss to her sweat-dampened skin. His cock was still hard and pulsing inside her; it was never fully sated when it came to her. It always wanted more.
    He always wanted more.
    He withdrew slowly and leisurely, and led them to the tall, wide shower that was more than large enough to accommodate them both.
    As hot streams of steady water pulsed over them from five different directions – what was the point of being royal if you didn’t at least have the most amazing shower? – they took turns washing each