Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,32
a second and she opened her eyes in dismay. Her stare widened as he lifted the pot of honey. “Frank, what are you doing?”
“I am going to eat you up.” He lifted the wooden spoon from the pot and drizzled the sticky liquid over her breasts. It was cool at first but quickly warmed and spread.
“Ooh, messy!”
He laughed. “By the time I’m done, you won’t care.” He dipped the spoon again and drew honey lines across her belly.
She lifted her head. “Is that an F?”
“F for Frank, of course.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “What did you think? F for something else? Something you want me to do to you?”
He hadn’t touched her directly but she was starting to shake with anticipation. She pressed her legs together to try to ease the ache between them, but he nudged them apart and dripped honey down her clit.
“Not because you’re not sweet enough,” he explained leisurely, as if he were working on a renovation project. “But because your hot little pussy will melt the honey and make you even slicker when I come to eat you up.”
“Is this one of the secrets of the Dukes of Santas Aguas?” she asked.
“The mental aphrodisiac of a powerful nobleman kneeling to pleasure a woman. You always found it extremely sexy, if I remember correctly.”
“I did,” she groaned, remembering how he had introduced her to the pleasures of oral sex, giving and receiving. She had been a virgin and he had been inexperienced as well, so they had learned together. Almost too well.
“Next time we’ll lie down together. I’ll lick your little honeypot and you can suck on me.”
She shuddered in anticipation as more memories flooded to the surface. No wonder the Dukes of Santas Aguas had no problems attracting women to be their island sex slaves. She was no exception.
He replaced his finger with his mouth and she arched off the table. “Frank!”
He gave an amused hum and continued swirling his tongue around her clit, flicking and caressing it. She sobbed and clutched the edge of the table.
He slipped his finger inside her and she shuddered around him, slick and gripping. She moaned again and reached down to touch his hair. Tendrils of lust twined between her thighs, up her belly to her breasts. She fitfully brushed her nipple, hard and tight.
Frank lifted his head. “Cup your breasts, Julia. I want you to offer them up to me.”
In a daze, she did as he asked. He rewarded her obedience, just as the previous Dukes of Santas Aguas rewarded their lovers—with pleasure, unbearable pleasure. He dipped his finger into the pot of honey and painted each nipple with a thick, sticky coating, his fingers playing and pinching each peak until they looked like glazed chocolate drops, shiny-brown and pointed.
“Sweet as candy, just for me.”
“Touch me, Frank.” She was sobbing by then at the empty ache between her thighs.
He shook his head and she brushed between her legs in desperation. “I said no.” He caught her wrists in one big hand and held her arms over her head.
Her eyes widened, her hands trapped. “You’re pinning me down.” She meant it as a complaint, but her voice sounded more breathy and turned-on than anxious.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice dark with need.
She shook her head.
His gaze started at her flushed face and moved leisurely down to her honey-drenched breasts, down to her passion-drenched thighs. His cock pulsed against her hip. “Well, you’re hurting me,” he growled. “You?”
“I hurt for you. My body is on fire and you are the only one who can save me.” He fastened his mouth on her breast and she cried out again, the sweet, wet suction driving her mad. He licked the honey off her, nipping at the tip until she bucked under him. All he did was switch to the other breast, cleaning it with as much diligent attention as the first.
All the while he had her arms over her head, her breasts thrust upward for his greedy touch. She was at his mercy—but she loved it. Except she’d love it much better if he moved back down her body.
“Touch me, Frank,” she begged.
“Where? Here?” He bent again, one hand on her breast and the other sliding down her body.
She tried to point but he shook his head. “Keep your arms above your head or I’ll wrap my belt around your wrists and tie you to the table.”
She shuddered in pleasure and did as he asked. Imagining being tied