Royally In Trouble (Royal, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

My palm full, I revel in the feel of her breast, in her sexy reaction as I move my mouth to the juncture of her shoulder and bite down, causing her to cry out. Her delicate skin easily fades into a shade of red with every pass of my mouth, every nibble of my teeth. The tension in my muscles that have been bunching at the base of my neck, creating headaches and unease, dissipates with every acute moan that falls past her lips. Pleased with her response, I lap the same spot of her neck after every time I bite down. I keep my bite marks on her neck to a minimum, not wanting to make it too hard for her to cover up tomorrow, but also making my mark, wickedly reminding her who exactly she fell in love with in the first place. “Yes, my king,” she whispers as my mouth falls to her shoulder and my hand crawls up to her neck where I grip it possessively. I feel the gasp in her throat from the surprise of my grip, and then the sigh as I force her to move her head to the side. “I’ve dreamed every night of possessing this beautiful neck,” I say. “Of marking it, making sure no one else thinks they have even the slightest fucking chance to be with you. Because you’re mine, Lilly. All fucking mine.” “Yours, my king,” she says breathlessly. I drag my tongue along the column of her neck, all the way to her jaw where I pepper kisses up to her ear, keeping a strong hold on her neck the entire time. “I belong to you.” “Don’t you fucking forget it,” I reply as my hand slides to her jaw. My thum...