Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,33

up was an unexpected turn-on.

He reached her hot wet center and pushed a finger inside her. She arched off the table and he added another finger to thrust in and out, leisurely mimicking how he’d pleasured her last night. It was just as devastating, especially when he bent his head and sucked on her swollen little nub.

Dizzy heat burned through her and she thought she’d faint. His mouth teased and played with her, long licking strokes around mixed with sharp suction. Oh, yes, Frank was a master, and he was mastering her.

She reached down to touch his silky hair and he raised his head. “Ah, so you want me to tie you down?” His fingers continued their lazy strokes. “That big four-poster bed upstairs has seen more that its share of naughty women over the centuries. Imagine being tied up for unrelenting hours of passion as the Duke licked her, thrust into her, teased her. And only if she were very good, would he let her come.” Frank pinched her nipple and Julia screamed his name, tension shattering inside of her as she climaxed.

He was between her thighs in an instant. She heard a packet crinkle and then he was spreading her wide open and sliding inside her. Her eyes flew open at his welcome invasion.

“Oh, yesss,” he groaned. “Sticky, sweet and wet.” He braced his hands on either side of her head. “Touch yourself, make yourself come again.”

She reached between them, crying out as she found her hot, swollen clit. She touched him too, brushing them both as she frantically rubbed herself.

“Yeah, I can feel you squeezing me.” He sucked a honeyed nipple into his mouth and Julia screamed, coming again.

Frank moaned against her breast and exploded inside her, rocking the table with his frenzied thrusts. She clung to him, eagerly milking his cock for every last bit of pleasure. Both of their climaxes seemed to last for an eternity, but she finally opened her eyes. He gingerly raised himself up and pushed back to stand on the kitchen floor, quickly disposing of the protection.

Julia knew she was a mess and tried to cover herself with her hands, but he caught her wrists. “You are beautiful, but let’s find a shower.”

“And then what?” She sat up with his help and hopped off the table.

“My four-poster bed.” He laughed at her look of alarm. “Yes, those stories about the bed are true. And yes, I think you want to try it, don’t you?”

An involuntary shiver ran through her and he laughed again, cupping her elbow. “Come upstairs, meu bem, and you can see for yourself.”

“Just a second. I didn’t get to ask you last night, but where did you get the protection? Do you keep some here?” She fought to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

“These came from the safe upstairs.”

She started to laugh and he gave her a mock-wounded look. “Do you think I want my family to have access to everything I own? They’re nosy enough as it is.” He struck a pose. “The Duke of Santas Aguas demands his privacy. Not that I get much,” he admitted.

“As long as they haven’t expired.” But who else came here to meet Frank?

He read her mind. “I brought them over last year when it seemed like I would bring a guest to visit. But it didn’t work out and she never was invited.” He shrugged. “Our island is a very special place and she wasn’t the right one.”

Did he mean “our island” as in his family’s island or as in Julia and Frank’s island? She didn’t have the nerve to ask.

“But you are the right one. The only one I have brought here.”

“Really?”

“I swear. You fit here perfectly and you fit me perfectly, dripping with honey and your own juices…” His voice trailed off and she noted in surprise that his cock was stiffening again. He’d always been extremely eager before, but she assumed it was because he’d been barely twenty. How nice that hadn’t changed.

“Take me upstairs, Franco. I’m feeling very naughty.” Her voice was unusually husky and seductive. “Show me how the Duke of Santas Aguas disciplines a naughty woman.”

He swept her up into his arms before her next breath. “How naughty have you been?”

“Very,” she assured him.

“Good.” He headed for the stairs and she couldn’t stop giggling. Naughty didn’t even begin to cover what she had in mind.

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