Royal Line Carrie Ryan (best fiction books to read TXT) 📖

kiss, every curve to touch. His deft thumbs separated my flesh slowly, and he eased a finger into me, murmuring against my flesh. “I can feel it coming, princess. Let me see it. Please, give me that gift.”

In that instant, I exploded.

Forget seeing stars, the edges of my vision grayed. Between my thighs, Kannon stilled and squeezed his eyes shut, dragging in deep, even breaths.

I wasn’t sure how long it was before I could move again. Before I could lift my head and prop myself on my elbows. Kannon lay on my belly, his enormous hands practically a vice on my hips. “Kannon?” I murmured. I ran my hands through the silken strands of his hair. He drew in a ragged breath at my caress. “Princess, I’m trying to hold onto my control here. Just give me a second.”

“Please look at me,” I said softly.

He lifted his head and locked gazes with me. There was still some pain in his eyes. And something else…longing?

I urged him up to kiss him and he allowed it. It was so soft, so tender. But when I trailed my fingertips down his body and wrapped my hands around the steel-hard length of him, he tore his lips from mine.

“Oh, fuck, I—” His hips bucked, pushing his straining erection into my hand.

I wiggled out from under him until I was on top then trailed hot, openmouthed kisses along the column of his throat. When I found his nipple, his hips bucked again. With my thumb, I stroked the satin-smooth head of his length, spreading the moisture that had leaked.

Hovering my lips over his erect nipple, I whispered, “Is something wrong, Kannon?”

Something that sounded like a strangled moan tore from his chest, and he dug his hands into the sheets.

“I’ll take that as a no.” I brushed my lips over his taut nipple and chuckled at the groan that tore from his throat.

He bucked again, digging a hand into my hair, gently tugging my head back. “I swear to God, I—”

I ignored him, instead grazing his nipple and pumping his erection again.

Before I could move, he had me flat on my back again and my hands locked above my head, restrained by one of his.

“Kannon?” I struggled slightly, and he smirked down at me.

“You are trying to make me lose control.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked as I jutted out my chin in defiance.

Still pinning my hands overhead, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. Why, thank you for being so prepared, Rian. He tore the foil with his teeth. The look he gave me was a feral one.

“If I release you, will you behave?”

I gave him a sweet nod and batted my lashes. His answering chuckle hit me straight in my lady parts.

Rolling away, he sheathed himself before settling back between my thighs. “What do you know, you can follow directions.”

“Only when they’re directly related to me having another orgasm.”

Chuckling again, he kissed me deeply, and I widened my legs to accommodate him. His erection nudged me, and I moaned as he sank inside.

He dropped his forehead to mine, retreated an inch, then pressed forward again until he was fully seated inside me. My name on his lips sounded reverent. “Fuck, London….”

My gaze met his, and immediately nothing mattered anymore. In that moment, everything was perfect. I felt perfect. I felt safe. I felt like I’d finally found where I belonged.

The corners of his lips tipped into a lopsided smile as he retreated and sank back in. When I clamped my legs around his hips, he muttered curses under his breath.

I nipped his lower lip with my teeth, and he scooped his hands under my ass, lifting my hips to his. The new angle had me sobbing at the pleasure. Only when I murmured his name on a sigh did he stroke into me a final time then cry out my name on his climax.

Holy hell.

Kannon Adams had my number. Okay, he’d had it twice if I was going to be an accurate statistician about it.

I’d managed to doze off with his body weight half covering me. Something I never did. And when I woke again, I didn’t have any of my usual panic. I just felt warm and safe…and a giant erection at my thigh.

“Kannon…”

“Hmmm, princess? Sorry about him. He just woke up with you right next to me and he’s eager to visit again.”

My breath lodged in my throat as he slid his tongue over mine. The man showed no signs of slowing down. What kind of crazy stamina was this?

These kisses were different though. He kissed me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I’d never been the center of a man’s attention like that before.

I slipped my hands over his torso, skimming over rippled abdominal muscles and the hard planes of his chest. The sounds he made at my touch were more pain than pleasure, but when I paused, he canted his hips, bringing the hot, hard length of him directly against my heat again.

“Again?” I squeaked.

To hold on and attempt some level of control, I slid my fingers into the thick, soft curls at his nape and gently tugged. With a moan, he smoothed a hand down my back to the curve of my ass and tucked me closer to his body. I rolled my hips into his. “I—you’re addictive. I can’t stop.”

I trembled in his arms. “Then don’t.”

I shivered as he kissed me softly before shifting me, so my head was closer to the headboard. He then settled his body between my legs, tracing a path of kisses from my lips to my jaw, to the sensitive hollow between my neck and my ear.

Leaning down, he breathed soft kisses on first one, then the other nipple, each responding to his caress by instantly budding into hard little peaks. Focusing his attention on one, he drew the dark bud into his mouth, taking greedy tugs while his thumb teased the other.

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