Royal Love Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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“Now, that just seems unfair.”

We halted in our tracks and turned to see who’d spoken from behind us.

“Je n'en reviens pas!” I exclaimed under my breath, completely stunned by the vision in front of me. And enchanted by the sound of her naturally sultry voice speaking my language.

Big, ocean-blue eyes regarded me with a twinkle in their depths. Thick lashes fringed them, and it would take very little to get lost in those eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted across her perfect little nose and high cheekbones. Her puffy, bee-stung lips—that I had no doubt were all natural, unlike so many of the rich housewives in New York City—inspired visions of them wrapped around my cock.

Shit, Tristan. Get a hold of yourself. I was shocked at my body’s reaction to this woman. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt more than a cerebral interest in anyone. Besides, with one look, I knew she was at least a decade younger than me. I was too damn old for her, and I shouldn’t have been thinking about how it would feel to sink inside her tight pussy.

I blinked to dislodge the wonderfully dirty images, and my gaze continued to scan her from head to toe.

White-blond curls framed her heart-shaped face, hanging just below her shoulders. The locks in front skimmed the top of an absolutely incredible set of breasts. They were big and round, pressing against her T-shirt and making my hands itch to see how much they would overflow my palms while I cupped them. They jiggled with each of her breaths, and I couldn’t wait to see them bouncing while she rode me.

Where the fuck did that come from?

It seemed that my libido had returned and was starved for attention. However, it focused solely on the blue-eyed woman before me. And I knew only she would be able to assuage my hunger.

I continued my perusal, tearing my eyes from her big tits and dropping them to her small waist, which seemed even more petite because of the gentle swell of her hips. My princess had a body made for sin…and breeding. Skintight leggings covered her shapely legs, and I had to stop myself from asking her to turn around and show me her ass. I was certain it was lush and full, perfect for palming while I fed her my dick up against a wall.

She was tiny, at least a foot shorter than me, but she held herself regally with the confidence of a princess. And I liked that my muscular six-foot-two frame towered over her. It made me feel like I could protect her, and I suspected she would fit perfectly against my body.

“Merde,” Michel muttered, pulling me out of my lust-filled haze and bringing me screeching back to reality. I suddenly had the urge to blacken both of his eyes for looking at my woman.

“Unfair?” he asked her, still speaking French.

My princess tilted her head to the side as her gaze landed on Michel. It took a monumental effort not to snap at her to put her eyes back on me and demand that she never look at another man. But that would make me sound insane…right? I couldn’t possibly be that obsessed with a woman in an instant. Love at first sight was for fairy tales. And simply being in lust wouldn’t make me want to gouge out the eyes of every man who looked in her direction. I had no fucking clue where this was coming from. It was as though she’d awakened a beast inside me.

I inhaled slowly, trying to grasp onto reality and shove away the homicidal, obsessive, possessive, and depraved thoughts filling my mind.

She fingered one of her curls as the corner of her mouth hiked up. “I’ll give you one dumb blonde, but two?” she replied. “Come on, couldn’t a blonde with common sense be part of the joke? I mean, is it really likely they would both be dumb?” Her bottom lip popped out, and she nibbled it as she turned thoughtful. I repressed the urge to demand she stop because only I was allowed to bite her porn-worthy lips. “Unless you’re including bottle blondes, then the ratio becomes much more skewed in the joke’s favor.”

For a moment, I got lost again in how damn sexy my language sounded coming out of her mouth. Then I realized that her comment had clearly indicated that she was a natural blonde, which didn’t surprise me, but it did make my eyes drop to the apex of her thighs. Was she bare? Or did she have matching blond curls covering her mound? She would be sexy as fuck either way, but the idea of her dripping-wet folds being hidden from me made me hope that she was fully waxed. And if she wasn’t, I was gonna make sure it happened. I didn’t want anything coming between us when I buried myself in her pussy.


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