20
Molly
“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.
It was like a steel rod. Skin against skin. I pushed back, ignoring the warnings in my head. I wanted to feel him fuck me with nothing between us. I had a birth control device. I could trust it.
“Shit,” he hissed, sinking into me fully. He dug his fingers into my skin as he reared back and seared his cock inside my pussy again. I bucked at the fullness of him. It was numbing. Blinding.
We lost control. Our bodies open to a new level of pleasure. Raw and rough. Unbound. Free. He rocked into me.
“I’m going to come like this,” he growled, fucking me with heavy grunts.
I gripped the desk, throwing myself into the moment.
My orgasm attacked me quickly, seizing control of my muscles. I gripped his cock, but Damon pulled out, spilling his release on my back. I felt the heat of him drip along my skin.
I exhaled, trying to hold myself up. I was completely exhausted.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Hold on.”
He used his discarded pants to wipe down my back. I felt the stickiness of my skin.
He spun me in his arms, planting a kiss on my mouth.
“I think it’s time I introduced you to the royal shower.”
“I don’t know if I can stand,” I admitted.
“No problem, love.” He scooped me up against his chest.
“You like to carry me around.”
He nodded, strolling through the residence. “I do.”
I already knew he was strong. But there was something chivalrous in the way he held me to him. As if he wanted to protect me. As if he could shield me in some way. And in these tiny moments, I wanted to believe in the fantasy. That there was a man who could rock my world and for just a little while make me feel like a queen.