How to Catch a Queen (Runaway Royals #1) - Alyssa Cole Page 0,80

she landed astride him on his lap. His palms stroked up and down her back, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

“Oh. You were joking. I think I could get into this kind of dancing,” she said, settling herself more firmly against the erection that grew a little at each shift of her ass.

“I thought that might be the case,” he replied. The last word was muffled—he’d leaned forward to kiss her neck. His hands were still moving, reaching up to cup her shoulder blades. The friction of his fingertips sent sparks through her as he dragged them over the straps of her gown and tugged down.

The silky fabric of the gown rolled down until it came to a stop beneath her breasts, and Sanyu grazed the hard tips of her breasts with the backs of his hands. He glanced up at her, his eyes dark and hot, and when she nodded, he cupped her breasts between both hands and swirled his tongue over first one hard nipple and then the other, alternating between licks and suction as he moved from breast to breast. His beard brushed against the sensitive skin of her stomach as he switched back and forth, and she gripped his shoulders and rocked in his lap, the sudden shift from silly to sensuous heightening her pleasure.

“Do you like this, Wife?” he asked between a swirl of his tongue and a graze of his teeth.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” she commanded.

Sanyu pulled his head away from her and looked up at her, and she worked her ass against his dick in frustration.

“Don’t stop, please?” she tried. He continued to stare.

“Don’t stop . . . Husband.”

He grinned devilishly and brushed his bearded chin gently back and forth over her nipples, drawing a cry from her, then soothed the shock of the new texture with the familiar one of his tongue and mouth.

Shanti had been in control during their last encounter, but Sanyu was a fast learner—this was what she’d imagined and more. His tight grip slipped to her rib cage as he teased her breasts with his mouth, and then to her waist, where he held her in place as he ground his erection against her, mimicking long, slow strokes.

“Sanyu,” she breathed. His touch filled her with all of the usual pleasant sexual sensations, but something else was going on—the sensations seemed to be magnified, her need for him deeper, and somewhere in her haze of pleasure, she knew it was because it was Sanyu who touched her. Maybe that was what happened when you came to love someone.

Her eyes snapped open and she pulled out of his grasp and stepped back out of his lap so that her gown pooled at her feet, leaving her naked before him.

“You don’t like foreplay?” he asked, his eyes scanning her body in appreciation.

“Sometimes,” she said. “But, like wine, I don’t want any tonight.”

She leaned forward and stroked her hands up his thighs until his cock was heavy against her palm. “I want this. Now.”

You, she thought helplessly. I want you.

“A good king gives his queen what she desires,” he all but growled. He pulled back his robe, revealing the long, veined length of him. He gripped his hand over hers so that they were both stroking him, and the sight and the sensation made Shanti’s knees tremble.

There was something somehow taboo to her that this was the first time she’d seen her husband nude, though she’d certainly felt him before. She reached back into the drawer of the coffee table for a condom and slowly rolled it down over him.

“Come sit on your throne, Wife,” he said, patting his thigh with his free hand and then reaching to hook her toward him again.

Shanti let him pull her, nestling her knees into where the cushions met as she sank onto his penis. She didn’t tease because three and a half months was long enough of a wait—and because she didn’t want to think anymore.

She wanted to ride.

She bit back her cry, but Sanyu made a loud and ungainly groan, and then another as her inner walls squeezed him in response to his sound of pleasure.

He let his head fall back onto the chair to watch her while he ran his fingers over her body as she rode him. His hips rose to meet her with short, restrained thrusts, but he didn’t hold on to her, keeping his touch light.

Shanti realized what maybe he didn’t. He’d sensed her discomfort with losing control of the