His Majesty's Forbidden Temptat - Maisey Yates Page 0,44

her chin, her neck, making his way down to her breasts.

And she felt beautiful. Perfect. Cherished. As he held her like this she felt like everything.

And for a girl who had constantly felt small, diminished, like nothing, it was the most erotic and incredible experience to be had.

He lifted her then, as he stood up, and deposited her on the table. Then he repositioned himself, sliding slowly inside of her. And when he was buried deep, he kissed her. Hard.

She cried out, bucking against him, the pleasure that was pouring through her almost too much to bear. He barely moved, and he sent her straight over the edge again. The climax shocked her, so hard on the heels of the other, and it left her gasping, begging for more. He cupped her breasts, riding her hard, the sound of their mutual need filling the room. He was fully clothed, and she resented it. She wanted him. All of him. Wanted to touch his body. Wanted to claim him, consume him as he was doing her. She ripped his shirt open, wrenched his tie free of his neck. She couldn’t stop touching him. Moving her hands all over that golden skin. Every masculine inch of him, as the thickest, hardest part of him filled her to the brim.

“Alex,” she called out his name.

“Yes,” he growled. “You know who this is. Inside of you. Claiming you.”

“Alexius,” she said.

The sound of his pleasure became a fury, driving them both to the brink.

“No,” she whimpered as she felt another climax rising inside of her. There was no way she could survive it. “I can’t. Not again.”

“You will,” he said.

He reached between their bodies, and closed his thumb and forefinger over her slick lips, pinching the source of her pleasure, and she cried out. “Alex!”

She shattered completely. She couldn’t stop. It seemed to go on and on. Over and over again, when surely she must have reached the end of pleasure. The end of being.

The end of the world.

But there at the end, was Alex. His strong arms, his stern face. And it wasn’t disapproval that she saw there. It was passion.

It was what always had been there. But it had been banked before, controlled. And now it was rampant. Free. Rioting through them both.

Taking them both to a place she hadn’t even realized existed.

Alex.

Of course she had feared him. She had been right to.

For this was blessing and curse rolled into one. This was more than anything had ever been.

Than anything ever could be.

And when he shattered, it sent her over the edge again. Left her a sobbing, gasping mess in his arms.

“My King,” she said, putting her fingertips against his lips.

And he shuddered again.

Her King. Hers.

He might have mistaken her, might have thought she was simply using it as a title. But it wasn’t. It was more.

Hers.

Her King. Her man.

And hovering around the edges was the truth that she didn’t think she wanted.

The truth of her feelings. Of how she really felt.

She hadn’t known love. Not before this.

Love.

It made her want to weep. And in her reduced state she didn’t think she could handle it.

“Take me to bed,” she said.

“As you wish.” He righted her down, began to put his own clothes back together as best as he possibly could.

And he lifted her up in his arms. She reached down and grabbed a tray of cheese and meat, holding it in her arms as he held her.

“It seems a shame to waste it,” she said as he carried her from the room.

“I doubt I will be hungry for it tonight. Not when I have so much of you to feast on.”

Her face went hot. “Well. If it’s all the same to you, I might want some protein later.”

“Whatever you need to keep up your strength.”

He carried her into his bedchamber. She hadn’t been here before.

It was expansive and incredible, and the bed at the middle of the room was massive.

“You bring a lot of women here. Because it looks conducive to athletic...”

“No,” he said. “This is my space.”

“Good,” she said. “I find that I’m possessive.” He carried her partway into the room. “Go by the dresser.”

He looked at her like she was strange, but he complied, and she deposited the tray on the top of it.

“Let it never be said you don’t think of the practicalities,” he said dryly.

“Well,” she said. “I run a charity.”

“Indeed,” he said.

That stern face. She would give anything to make him laugh, but she knew that he would