Prince: Royal Romantic Suspense (Billionaires in Disguise: Maxence Book 5) by Blair Babylon (best books to read fiction txt) 📕

A rough hand forced her head down, rubbing her face in the thick carpeting and lifting her ass higher in the air. He slid her panties down to her knees.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she braced herself for his entry.

Instead, a warm, wet tongue slid through her folds.

Oh.

Warmth and tenderness licked through her, a muscular and yet soft intrusion that made her body bloom with desire for more. Her relief and desire coalesced in her throat, and the sound came out as a low moan.

His tongue left her, and Maxence growled, “Quiet, or I won’t let you come.”

Dree choked back another sound. She suspected he liked nothing better than seeing her frustrated and horny while he zipped up his fly.

His tongue moved on her again, stroking her soft skin in ever-expanding and deeper waves.

She dug her fingers into the thick carpet, panting.

When his tongue left her skin and his erection nudged her, Dree gulped air, unaware that she had been holding her breath.

Her body filled with oxygen, and fairy lights danced around the edges of her vision.

He slid in, taking her slowly as she keened in the carpeting, already so close that the friction inside her almost sent her over the edge.

But not quite.

It was like he was holding her back.

Maxence grabbed her shoulder and hauled her up off the floor. He held her back pressed against him, one arm locked around her shoulders and his staff grinding up inside her. Her face was crammed against his smooth cheek, his sharp jaw furrowing her soft flesh below her cheekbone.

His breath hissed through his teeth, and his whisper was rough in her ear. “I said no sound. If I have to shove it in your mouth to keep you quiet, I will.”

Dree pressed her lips together and tried to breathe through her nose, but she was panting so hard that there wasn’t enough air. He jabbed up into her, and his other hand cupped her mound possessively but didn’t rub her.

It was like he was deliberately denying her the sensation that would send her over the edge. She tried to angle her hips to rub against his hand, but his fingers were bowed, and she couldn’t.

She wanted—

She knew what she wanted.

Release. She was dying for that last little bit that would send her over the edge. She was obsessed with it. Every molecule in her body screamed to end this tension, even if it killed her.

Trying not to make a sound, trying not to whimper or moan, she’d forgotten to breathe again. The next oxygen she sucked in flowed through her body, sparkling, and she almost went over the edge. Her body contracted with the nearness of it.

Still, he pressed her down over his massive erection and took her from behind, keeping his hand still and denying her that last little bit of spark she needed.

She was close, so damn close.

Every time she unclenched her lips and gasped another breath of air, the world lightened for a moment and the air almost lifted her to that point where she could fly, and then she slowly declined into darkening struggle with Maxence’s arms clamped around her as he raided her body.

If only she couldn’t breathe.

If only Maxence would keep her from breaking for air until she could reach the heights she needed to.

But she couldn’t ask. She couldn’t be that woman who wanted something so taboo, so forbidden.

But she wanted it.

Instead, she lifted his arm, slid his hand over her shoulder, and wrapped his hand around her throat.

And she pressed on his hand and fingers.

From behind her, a sharp intake of breath rasped.

He squeezed, his strong fingers clamping around her windpipe.

His other hand rolled one rough finger over her.

Her heart flailed, the anoxia rising in her body that was desperate for oxygen.

He pounded inside her and choked her, and when the orgasm roared and expanded inside her, his hand opened.

She gulped air.

The throb and light became a blast, a violence that torpedoed through her and destroyed her mind and her body from the inside out.

The sudden influx of oxygen slammed into her, inducing the release again. She had flown up into the sky and fallen limply toward the Earth, but a geyser of ecstasy caught her and tossed her into the air again.

An eternity later, the carpet scrubbed her face as Max dug his fingers into her raised hips in a last, ragged spasm of passion, and the shout behind her was masculine and utterly out of his mind.

As she gasped, breathing, the air rushing down her raw throat into her lungs and blood, a second thrill of coming back to life, one thought assailed her—

—He’s done that before.

The aftercare took hours.

She was sobbing with the horrendous emotions of it, the wanting it and showing him and yet terrified by it. Maxence held her in his arms against the bare skin of his chest, and he wrapped them in a blanket as they sat in a chair, murmuring to her how incredible she was, how she enchanted him.

Those few minutes of ecstasy had been fleeting, but the memory of them shook her. The fact that she had literally risked her life for an orgasm—even an amazing one—was so different than everything she knew about herself. She despised the sniveling creature huddled in Maxence’s arms.

He must be disgusted by her, even as he stroked her hair and pressed kisses to her forehead.

She’d brought it on herself. He would tell her to get the hell out, and she would have to figure out how to survive and where to go in a horrible and ridiculous world.

She should run away, and yet she clung to him.

Maxence poured her a glass of wine and held it to her lips, telling her to drink. After that, his fingers held strawberries dipped in sugar, and the low tone of his voice commanded that she eat.

Soft music drifted in the apartment, soothing her further.

After a time, the panicked trembling subsided, and she sighed into