Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,50

fell open and his thrusts were excitingly slick from their previous encounter. She couldn’t help responding to his possession of her body and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He stopped and hooked her knees over his shoulders, changing the whole angle. Her bottom was up off the ground, their bodies where they joined blatantly revealed.

“Frank,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No, I want to see how you take me in. I want to see your soft pink petals turn rosy with lust. Already, I can see you swell and throb.” He stroked around her clit, never quite touching her there.

“But, Frank…” Her protest fell off as he pressed her clit. “Ohhh…”

He laughed and slowly pumped in and out of her. “You want me to take you. You want me to hold you as my captive. You came to my island just for that, knowing I wouldn’t let you go once I had you again. You brought an overnight bag, knowing that you would willingly submit if I took you that night. Your body rules you now—and my body rules you now.”

She gave a little gasp, knowing he was right. His lazy, measured strokes were igniting a fire in her that only he could quench. And since he’d just climaxed, she knew he could go a long time.

“Say it,” he coaxed, brushing her nipple with a feather-light touch. “Don’t worry about being a modern, independent woman. Admit that you want me to make you respond like you never have before.”

“I admit it.” She swallowed hard. “I know you won’t hurt me, so I want you to do whatever you want. Wherever you want.”

“Good.” His sudden grin made her laugh. “You can come now.”

Julia did, obeying the duke’s command. He was as merciless as his ancestors must have been, his hips pumping into her as she shook and cried out in ecstasy. His cheeks were dark with barely restrained lust, his eyes glittering black but he only paused to lower her legs to the blanket.

She took a deep, shaky breath as he slipped from her. “But what about you, Frank?” He was obviously still aroused to a fever pitch.

He gave her a sly smile. “This is the second part of my motorcycle fantasy.” He helped her to stand and walk over to the motorcycle. “Face the bike and rest your hands on the seat.” Julia’s eyes widened as she realized what he wanted to do but couldn’t resist the crazy idea, couldn’t resist him.

She did as she was told and she felt his strong thighs rasp her bottom as he positioned himself behind her. Big hands pulled her leather jacket open and cupped her breasts, and his thick, slick cock entered her again.

He hissed in pleasure and began slamming into her, his fingers teasing her breasts, her clit, her bottom. He nipped her earlobe, licked the side of her neck. Incredibly, she tightened with pleasure again—after three climaxes.

He pushed deep inside her, hitting the perfect spots with his tip. He was a masterful lover and Julia couldn’t get enough of him.

“I’m such a brute to use you this way,” he murmured into her ear. “Tonight I’ll run a hot bath for you and carry you to bed. Let me kiss you all better—all over.”

She groaned. Frank’s lips and tongue on her pulsing, sensitive flesh sounded like a dream come true.

He laughed. “All you’ll have to do is lie back and enjoy it. All you have to do is come under my mouth…”

“Frank…” The syllable trailed off into a scream as her strongest climax yet broke over her. Her nails dug into the bike seat and she pushed back into his luscious shaft. He gave a harsh shout and exploded into her, pumping frantically as her body rocked around him. Her nipples rubbed the leather as her breasts swayed. Her whole body trembled in pleasure as she braced her hand on his rock-hard thigh.

He eased them down so she lay in his arms on the picnic blanket.

“Are you all right, Julia?” His brow creased into worry. “Was it too much for you?”

She stretched, feeling nothing but a welcome fatigue. “I feel wonderful, and if we didn’t need to ride farther on that bike, I might have you do it all over again.”

His face broke into a grin. “Insatiable wench.” He kissed the top of her messy hair and took a long, leisurely stare down her body. “I think I need to buy you some black leather clothing of your own.”

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