by Violet Paige
I pressed against his fitted jacket, feeling the strength of his chest beneath my palms. “Why?” I whispered. I needed space if I was going to get my answers. “Why am I here?”
I caught a glimpse of his tanned skin where he unbuttoned his shirt. The tie still loosely dangled around his neck. It was the sexiest thing I had seen.
“I have just spent two days with the prime minster of the Bostique. You were supposed to be here when I was out of my meetings yesterday.”
“I tried to return to the residence, but security wouldn’t let me in the elevator. There wasn’t much I could do.” I needed to defend myself.
He sighed. “Idiots.”
“And then I ran into the royal manager. He said I needed to go home.”
Damon’s eyebrows arched. “Sutcliffe?”
I nodded. I considered describing the man as the one with the stick up his ass, but it didn’t seem like a suitable royal description.
I continued my defense. “I did try to leave a message for you, but it seemed it was best I went home. Georgan took me.” I broke away enough from his hands to lean against the couch. “After the Titan, I knew I was overstepping. And I’m not that kind of person, Damon. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. But I’m not the kind of girl who came here to land a celebrity. I’m in Freychon for my research.” I hadn’t heard my voice this clear and certain in a while.
“The gala was a whim. A crazy, irrational kind of whim that I’ve never given in to. I’m not rash and impulsive. I realize you have every reason to think I am. But that was one night. It’s not the real me. This is.”
I waved my hands from my glasses to where my yoga pants bunched below my knees. The woman in front of him was who I truly was. These were the clothes I walked in. The glasses I saw through. The skin I lived in every day.
He rubbed the sharp angle of his jaw.
I couldn’t stop talking. “My work is my life. I left South Carolina for this grant. I left my family and all my friends to do something amazing. Something that fulfills me. I made sacrifices to move here. I’ve worked extremely hard. And it wasn’t to become the king’s side piece.” My chest heaved defiantly.
He finished his drink, pausing to respond. I didn’t know if I had completely pissed him off, or offended him on every level possible. There was a chance he was going to call security and dump me outside the palace gates.
“Did you consider maybe that’s why you are here, Molly?”
He deposited the bourbon glass and divided the space between us. He gently pinched the sides of my glasses, removing them from my face. He placed them next to empty glass.
My breath caught in the back of my throat.
“Now it’s your turn to listen.” He cupped my cheeks, crashing his lips against mine. I felt the weight of his mouth devour me in urgent gulps.
I closed my eyes, knowing I was going under. Drowning in his kiss. Surrendering to his need. Falling harder and faster than a star plummeting to Earth. I was lost. Locked and chained. And Damon Sauvage had hidden the key.
19
Damon
Her lips were sweeter than before. Maybe it was the wait. Two days of craving her. Wanting her. Needing her. Every obstacle placed in front of me.
She had no idea what it took to get to this moment.
I could devour her now. Taste her. Lick her. Coax those precious moans from her lips.
I reached for the pencil holding her hair atop her head and slowly slid it, dropping it to the floor. Her auburn waves cascaded to her shoulders. Her blue eyes followed my gaze.
Fuck. This woman killed me. It was like a curtain of innocence flowed around her.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. I kicked the door closed behind us. No one entered my bedroom without a direct summons. She was the only one who had that.
She reached forward, twisting my tie around her hand as she pulled it from my collar. I grinned wickedly. There were so many things I could do with that length of fabric. My cock hardened, picturing the silk wrapped against her wrists.
I hooked my thumbs on the band of her pants. The elastic stretched as I wrestled it over her hips and along her thighs. I had one mission. It was clear. I wanted her honey on my lips. I could lap her delicious pussy the rest of the night and be a happy man.
I pushed the hem of her shirt over her stomach. Molly, eagerly took it from me, raking it over her shoulders and off her head. Her tits bounced freely as she settled on my bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blew a hot breath between her legs and she moaned. I touched her panties, groaning at how wet they were.
I didn’t know if her speech was to prove to herself that she still had willpower, or if it was for me to relinquish control. Maybe she wanted me to admit I wasn’t some cocky bastard. But I was. I was cocky as hell. Powerful. Demanding. None of those things were going to change. And certainly not in my bedroom.
I snapped the lace over her clit and she whimpered.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” I taunted, dragging a finger under the lace trim. I skimmed the hard bud of her clit, forcing her to buck into the contact.
She nodded.
“Then say it.” I grinned. “Say it was worth waiting for.”
She closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. I snapped her panties again, this time taking my finger to the other side, and pried her folds wide enough for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her, exposing the sugary syrup to my tongue. Fuck. She was delicious.
I was hard as steel.
“You shouldn’t have done it like that,” she whispered. “My research …” Her voice trailed off as I sank my tongue between her velvety lips and sucked against her clit. “… my laptop … my bag … at the library.”
I rose from between her legs, eyeing her. I had to suppress a groan. All I could think about was ripping the panties from her and fucking her with my tongue relentlessly. But I needed her to say it.
“It was worth every fucking minute you spent waiting here to have my tongue on your pussy, wasn’t it?” I ran my tongue to her entrance, shoving the panties out of my way.
“Oh shit.” She clutched the covers in her fists.
I looked up again.
Her skin was flushed. Her tits hardened in pointy peaks. She was a fucking goddess. I unzipped my dress pants, releasing my cock from the strain. With a few flicks, my buttons were off my shirt and it was on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I climbed on top of her, sliding toward her breasts. I stroked one nipple, massaging it with my thumb.
“Oh God,” she mewed.
Her voice kindled a jerk from my cock. It beaded with dew. Her eyes settled on my crown with heady lust. She swirled her tongue over her lips.
“Why can’t you say what you want?” I pushed her. I wanted those dirty words on her lips as much as I wanted her lips on my cock. “Tell me to fuck you, Sapphire,” I teased.
Her eyes fired sparks of cobalt and navy. She was holding back. Was she trying to prove the girl I met no longer existed? Was she someone new now? A student without an ounce of sexual desire. I didn’t fucking buy it for a second.
I leaned back, yanking her panties in my fist. She yelped. My fingers squeezed her nipple roughly. She hissed as my cock pressed to her lips.
“You can have all of it. Fucked everywhere. You know how I make you come. How I make you scream.”
She inhaled sharply.
“You have to ask the king for what you want, baby.”
I slid along her body, lying against her, grabbing her hair at the base of her neck. She gasped.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then talk,” I demanded, drawing her lips to mine.
I could feel her breath rapid and frantic. Her eyes darted back and forth. There was no fear. Only carnal desire dripping from her gaze.
I had her.
20
Molly
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sp; “Oh God,” I whispered. His lips were like lava, burning and searing my mouth with promises I couldn’t refuse. He taunted me. Tempted me. Left my body open like a live wire bouncing with no way to be grounded, except by him.
He could soothe me. Satisfy me.
If only I’d say the words.
Somewhere in this mind of mine, I was Sapphire. The reckless girl who gave into her sex kitten side did exist. Only, I didn’t know it until I met Damon. I never pictured myself that way before. Never considered submission to be something I’d love or even crave. Never knew asking for what I wanted could be as much of a turn on as a touch. That dirty words could take me to a far off place where I dwelled in waves of lust.
I liked that place. And with Damon’s naked body hovering over mine, he reminded me how amazing that dirty place was. But I had to be willing to take the leap. I had to travel there on my own, or I was going to lose my ticket. The king had the power to revoke my passport to this new land of sex my body had just discovered.
He wasn’t patient enough for me to sort out a list of pros and cons. That wasn’t how impulsive desire worked.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”
His eyes darkened. “More, Molly.”
I met his demand. “With your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
The words did something to him.
He sank to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I heard the cotton rip between my legs as he yanked the lace out of the way. He threw my legs against his shoulders, sending my knees wide.
“Oh shit,” I gasped jerking off the bed.
His tongue surged inside my entrance as he splayed his hands over my stomach. He thrust again, swirling around my clit before fucking me with another stroke of fire.
His eyes lifted to mine as he licked my juices like a hungry tiger. His thumb traveled further south, massaging my clit. That’s when I lost it.
I grabbed his hair, arching my back as I fell on the bed in a kind of explosive rapture that awed me as I took off on the wings of the orgasm.
My reaction only fueled Damon as he grew hungrier. His thrusts deepening, spreading my legs.
“Oh, oh. I can’t.” I shook my head. “I’m going to come.”
“So. Fucking. Hot.” He kissed my stomach as his fingers replaced his tongue. I clenched at them as he pumped in and out of my entrance.
I tumbled and fell. The orgasm crashed into me. My body vibrated with the sensations.
I felt his teeth nip at my breast before sucking it in his mouth. He plucked my nipple sending an electric shock straight to my core.
“Oh God.” I clawed at his back as the last wave hit me.
He grinned. “God, I want to fuck you.”
I nodded eagerly. I wanted more. I needed more. More heat. More fullness. More Damon.
He leaned for the drawer. I panted, my release soothing me as he rolled the condom over his cock.
He stepped back to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I looked in his eyes as my feet rose to his shoulders. He looked like a god from this position. Sculpted like a magnificent statue. He pressed his shaft to my entrance but before I could adjust to how thick and wide he was, he slammed into me.
I wrestled with the covers, but he locked his hands against my ankles, planting them on his shoulders. He thrust again. The angle was intense. I yelped as he drove deeper inside me.
“Ohh, Damon.”
I felt like I was being taken. Claimed. And I loved every second of it. Every stroke he delivered. My body had yearned for something like this. Thirsted to be worshipped. He kissed my calf as he fucked harder and with more speed.
“Fucking come on my cock, baby.”
I groaned with pleasure. The ecstasy was overwhelming. My core was where the epicenter began. It was tightening and twisting with tingly pulses.
My hips tilted up with every pump of his glorious cock. Damon slid one hand from my ankle along my leg, coasting along my thigh and rounding over my ass. He pressed against the tiny ring of muscles on my backside. I zinged with a new wave of pleasure and pressure.
Oh shit. Was he? Was he going to go there?
I moaned, reveling in just how good it felt with the added pressure. His thumb breached my rosebud again. The sudden jolt of pain turned to pleasure as he eased out and in again.
He bit his lips. “Fuck, I’m going to come hard.”
I was there with him. Fighting to hold on to my orgasm, but it was pointless. I couldn’t resist how it felt to have him fill my pussy so fully while he stretched my forbidden zone. It was something I never knew before. I convulsed around him wildly.
One.
Two.
Three.
He pumped inside me. “Fuck, Molly.” His voice echoed in the room before his release hit him. Damon collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pulsing with violent aftershocks.
I gasped for air.
“Fuck, love.” Damon rolled next to me. His hands slapped against his chest. “I swear, I would rather have spent the last two days with you than that boring ass of a prime minister.”
I laughed. “I believe you. I do.” I was completely convinced.
He reached for my waist, pulling me on top of him.
I looked into his sexy as sin eyes.
“I hope you understand now, what it means to be summoned by the king.” He breathed heavily.
“I think I’m starting to get it, Your Majesty,” I teased.
***
When I awoke, it was still dark. The covers next to me were flat. I patted them with my eyes closed, searching for Damon under the sheets.
I sat forward. He wasn’t in the bed. Or in the bathroom. I pulled one of his T-shirts over my head and walked into the apartment.
I found him in the study. A banker’s light illuminated a small sphere on his desk. He was working in a pair of pajama pants.
“Is this normal?” I asked, walking toward him. “Do kings work all hours of the night?”
He frowned. “This one does.”
I recognized the look on his face. It was the same one I wore when I was buried in research.
“Is there a problem?” I sat on the edge of the desk.
He looked up. “Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll come back to bed soon.”
“It must be a big deal if you’re working this late. Or is it early?” I had no idea what time it was. “Maybe I can help,” I offered.
He sat back in the chair. I could see the ridges of his abs. He folded his arms, his biceps bulged. He was unbelievable.
“All right. Maybe you can come up with an idea to pass funding for my irrigation program.”
I blinked. Was he serious? He was asking for my opinion on an official Galona matter. “Ok, what kind of irrigation?”
“Olive groves,” he explained. “Spain is our top competitor. I know we could double our production with irrigation in these areas.” He pointed to locations on the map of rural areas of the country. “But half of my cabinet disagrees with allocating more funds to the groves. I need a majority for approval.”
He looked at me, waiting for a suggestion.
“Well, why don’t they want to fund it?” I needed more information.
“They’d rather push the money into other areas. They don’t see the need to support the groves like I do.”
“Hmm.” I twisted my lips together. “But the other half does support it?”
“Yes. I’ve managed to convince half.” He exhaled. “The other bastards are stuck in the past. They don’t want agricultural upgrades. They claim we’ve never had them before, so why start now?”
“That seems short-sighted.”
“It is.”
“What do the farmers say?” I questioned.
“What do you mean?”
I tugged on the hem on the T-shirt. There was no way it would come close to covering my thighs.
“Well, have they spoken to your cabinet? Have they
argued in an open hearing?”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “No.”
“Maybe try that?” I shrugged. I wasn’t a political analyst, and I didn’t pretend to be.
He chuckled. “You make it sound so simple, Molly.”
“Maybe it is.” I smiled. “If you can’t bring the farmers here, why not at least bring their stories to the cabinet?”
“Personalize what they’re going through.” He nodded. “I think that’s exactly what they need. So many of the cabinet members have lost touch with the rural parts of the country. They’ve forgotten there is more to Galona than cities like Freychon. There are people who still work the land.”
“I’m from a rural area in South Carolina. Our thing is peaches. Not olives, but still pretty important.”
He chuckled lightly. “And this is how your peach farmers get things done?”
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me. He seemed to take my recommendation seriously.
I shrugged, reaching for his hand, unfolding his arms. “Can we go back to bed?”
He rose from the chair. “Why would we do that?” I saw the look in his eye.
My breath caught. “I thought …”
His fingers caught the edge of the shirt and tugged it over my arms. He threw it across the floor. He shoved the files he was working on, with one sweep of his arm. He circled his hands around my hips, spinning me to face his desk. I gulped when he pressed my breasts to the cold surface. He leaned over my back, turning the lamp off.
I sighed when his hands ran along my sides, sinking into the curves of my waist.
He shirked his pants to the floor.
I jerked when I felt his fingers run between my legs. He rubbed my clit and I rocked into his hands. My hips, led by his rhythm. The deeper he massaged, the farther my feet separated, until my hips were angled for him.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned over my shoulder. “So wet. So perfect. So ready.”
I nodded. “Please.” I was begging. Panting for him. I ached for him.
There was one detail I knew we were both ignoring, but neither of us wanted to stop where this was headed. I felt the thick crown of his cock bare against my entrance and I moaned.
