Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,50

me. Nobody else exists between us. Agreed?”

She nodded.

“Say yes Sir,” he instructed her.

Talena licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“Ah, mon pourri, very good.” He bent, placing his arms beside her head, holding her gaze while he covered her lips with his. When their lips met for the first time, he felt as though his heart turned over. His thumbs skimmed the sides of her neck, feeling her pulse racing. Moving slowly, he continued to kiss her, brushing his lips back and forth, coaxing her lips apart while his right hand glided down her chest, loving the feel of soft skin beneath his calloused palm. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, making him acutely aware of the firm mounds of her breasts so fucking close to his palms.

Sucking her bottom lip inside his mouth, he gave a little nip then released it to pull back and look his fill. She had full breasts. He’d bet his left nut were soft yet firm. Holding her stare, he let his fingers trace between the valley over the shirt she wore, holding his weight off her much smaller frame. The caveman in him wanted him to rip the material in half so he could get to the bounty beneath, but the civilized man he was, held himself in check by a thread.

“Damn you have no clue how beautiful you look lying beneath me right now. I need to see more of you.” It wasn’t a request, but he thought he’d be nice.

Talena shifted beneath him, her hips lifting slightly grazing his dick. He wanted to keep her on the edge but wanted to push her further without forcing her. What the fuck was he doing, becoming a damn pussy? By now, he’d usually have the woman naked and cuffed, begging for him. The thought had him grazing both thumbs over her pebbled nipples, watching her face as he did it. Her tiny gasp of pleasure had him tugging at the little tip, pinching them between thumb and forefinger before releasing them at the same time. “You react so strongly to my touch. Do you like it when I pinch your nipples, baby?” he asked, repeating the same treatment again, doing it a little harder than before to see if she flinched or pulled away. To his delight, she moaned.

In reward for her gift of acceptance, he bent and replaced his fingers with his mouth, first on one hardened tip, sucking on her through her shirt and bra. He then switched to the other one, giving it the same attention before letting her go. “Before this night is through, you’ll have my marks all over this gorgeous body,” he told her, meaning every word in so many ways.

She shivered, a smile playing about her lips. He loved seeing her happy, would do anything to watch her face light up every second of every day. Right now, though, he wanted to see a different emotion on her beautiful features. He needed to see her looking like he felt. Needy. So fucking needy, he could barely control the urge to rip every stitch of clothing from her, uncaring of the cost or if she particularly loved the items she wore. He was rich as fuck and could buy her a dozen just like them. What kept him from doing what the caveman part of him wanted was the anticipation he knew would build in the both of them by going slow.

“Where should I start?”

“My shirt is really scratchy. I think it should go,” she said breathlessly.

She surprised him by her boldness. He’d thought for sure she’d want him to turn the lights off and do missionary. Not that he wouldn’t do that for her, but he’d hoped like hell she was adventurous.

With deliberate slowness, he inched her top up. “Lift up for me.”

While he had her sitting, he unsnapped the front clasp on her demi bra, freeing her breasts for him to feast his eyes on. “Damn, baby, these are every bit as beautiful as I remember.”

He pressed her back down to lay flat on his bed, moving to lay beside her, trailing one hand down the center of her body. His hand had a slight tremor that he hid by exerting pressure on her sternum. Although she was curvy, she was still slim. “When did you get this tattoo?”

Talena glanced down at the words written beneath her right breast. “A few years ago.”

Hollywood traced the words that had been inked into her skin,