Page 95 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

His tongue slides into my mouth.

I push his tongue out with my own. He tastes like honey and cinnamon. He growls, the sound resonating deep in his throat, and tears his lips from mine. He latches on to my neck, biting and sucking.

Electricity flows through me. I lift my leg, wrapping it around his hip and pulling him flush against me. “Caleb,” I moan, my head falling to the side to give him access.

He drops my wrists and unbuttons my shirt. I shrug it off, letting it drop, and he unhooks my bra again. His lips move down, off my neck. He draws one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing it.

Stars burst in front of my eyelids. I wind my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as my whole body tenses. The pain feels good. He could do this to me for an eternity, and I don’t think I’d ever get sick of his touch.

He was made for me.

Pain and pleasure.

He carries me through the doorway and deeper into the house. I stare into his eyes, trying to memorize everything. I’m drunk on him.

He sets me on the counter in the kitchen, dragging my lips back to his before I can register where we are. He kisses me like he’s been starving and I’m his favorite dessert.

Completely.

Savagely.

He pushes my skirt up and tugs on my panties. I flinch at the sudden rip.

“Did you just—”

He raises my torn panties, winking at me.

“Caleb—”

“Don’t worry, love,” he says, “I have a feeling you’ll like what’s coming next.”

He plunges a finger into me without warning.

My abdomen clenches, and I arch my back. He’s between my knees, forcing me open wider, and I lean back on the counter.

He taps my chin with his free hand. “Watch me.”

I shudder when he lowers himself, his head going between my thighs.

Just like my dream.

He puts my legs on his shoulders. And then he pauses, staring at me with an odd expression.

“Caleb—”

He bites my inner thigh. I yelp, trying to close my legs, but his shoulders block the movement.

His tongue swipes up my slit, swirling on my clit. His finger is still inside me, picking up a brutal pace while his tongue pays attention to my bud of nerves.

I groan. It feels too good. Unbearable, even. I try to shove him away, but he doesn’t budge.

His teeth graze my clit.

I cry out and try to squirm away.

He grips my ass, dragging me to the edge of the counter. “Make as much noise as you want, love.”

His tongue plunges into me, and I whimper.