Page 79 of Palace of Betrayal

“Fuck me, Leo.”

“Dirty girl.”

Bebe responded to his words by arching her back, her hands squeezing her nipples as she moaned. She loved dirty talk as much as he did, another reason in the thousands why she was so perfect for him.

He couldn’t hold back any longer and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, coating himself in her slick arousal before he plunged into her, filling her to the hilt, making her cry out as she clenched around his cock.

A hiss of pleasure slipped past his lips as he gripped her ass, rocking into her in smooth fluid strokes as he watched her gorgeous face. Her body fluttered against him, building as he went up onto his knees, changing the angle so he was hitting her g-spot.

Bebe’s hands clasped at his forearms, seeking relief as she gripped him. “Leo, God, Leo.”

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?”

“Yes, oh God. Yes.”

Her sex convulsed around him, pulsing as her orgasm overtook her and she cried out. Her fingernails scratching at his arms only added to the pleasure. As she came down from her second climax, he saw her languid eyes move over him. Pulling out, he flipped her so she was facing the ocean on her knees.

The sand was harsh against his legs as he stroked her ass, the lush curves one of the things he loved the most about her body. She wasn’t skin and bones, but soft pliant flesh he could adore and cherish.

Gripping her hips, he impaled her with his cock. “Play with your tits, Bebe. Squeeze those gorgeous nipples for me.”

Her moan as she lifted, driving him deeper inside, and palmed her tits, made him close his eyes, every sensation and feeling overwhelming him. Intoxicated by her, he opened them again to see her fingers plucking at her nipples. Moving his hand from her hip, he trailed it up her torso until he was gripping her throat in his hands, her pulse pounding against him as a flood of her juices dripped down his cock.

A whimper vibrated on his hand as he felt her getting close again. Her hands holding those glorious tits, she turned to him. “Kiss me.”

Leo bent close but didn’t give her his mouth. Teasing her with light brushes over her cheek instead. A moan of frustration had him on the edge of sanity as he worshipped her body until she was shivering and shaking.

Only when he felt that first clench of her pussy around his cock, did he kiss her, losing himself in her as he found his own climax. His cock pulsed inside her as his seed washed over her womb.

Panting, he held her around the waist as she settled back into his embrace.

“Can we do that again?”

He laughed, joy filling him as he wondered how he’d ever gotten so lucky.

* * *

It was their last day in Guadeloupe and while Bebe was happy to get back to the Palace and begin planning the wedding she thought she’d never get, she’d miss this little slice of paradise.

She and Leo were sitting at a candlelit table for two on the private beach, a meal of cold meats, cheeses, fruits and nuts the perfect backdrop to a wonderful evening.

“Penny for your thoughts? You’ve been off the last couple of days.”

His thumb caressed her hand before bringing it to his lips. He was such a good man, loyal, kind, protective, supportive, and an alpha animal in the bedroom or anywhere else he could make love to her. That he’d read her so easily should be disconcerting, but it wasn’t. Having a man know her so well was a blessing.

Like he’d known when they travelled to Pakistan to meet with her parents that she needed to leave before the first excuses had left their mouths. That he’d given her the space she needed to cry and grieve that relationship she’d never have with them. Then he held her while she came to terms with that and helped her find peace in that.

Leo had been her rock, helping her secure her past where it belonged and get over her guilt for the things she wasn’t responsible for.

She’d stood beside him as Atticus and Wojcik were sentenced to life in prison for their crimes. As Chelsea was stripped of her social status and banned from entering Soflye ever again. She’d also helped him recruit a new butler when Hans had admitted to being blackmailed by Alain for an affair with a younger woman. Alain and Alwyn had escaped prosecution much to her annoyance, but the King had banished them and stripped them of their wealth and titles. They now lived in France with a mediocre income, and the public knowledge of what they had done made them pariahs, which the King felt was enough. Bebe didn’t agree but it wasn’t her place and she had grown to love the King over the last six months as a father figure she had never had. She’d held Leo’s hand as he worried about the toll the last six months had taken on the King and helped him through the mire of guilt he had for his treatment of his father.

Together they’d come through it all. The King was stronger than ever, and he treated her like the daughter he’d never had. In exchange, he was becoming the father she wished she’d had growing up.

Life was good and as she laid a hand on her fluttering, nervous tummy, she hoped it was about to get even better. “I was just wondering how quickly we can get married.”

Leo cocked his head his lips twitching. “I’d marry you tomorrow if that’s what you want.”

“No, I want your father to get the wedding he wants for us.”