Page 96 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

Something animalistic claws out of me. I roll my hips into it. His finger takes over where his tongue left off, and he sucks hard on my clit.

I shatter.

The orgasm explodes through me, white spots dancing in my vision. I grab his head as he sucks and sucks. My whole body trembles in the aftershock.

But instead of stopping… he keeps going. His finger pushes in and out, a steady, quick rhythm.

“Stop,” I moan. My arms are jelly. I let myself fall back on the counter.

“No,” he says, hauling me upright.

He undoes the button of his pants, and we both look down at his erection. There’s a bead of liquid glistening on the head of his cock.

He rolls on a condom and kisses me at the same time that he thrusts into me.

The pain of it is… shocking. Eye-opening.

I gasp into his mouth, and he only pauses for a fraction of a second.

Virgin, I’m sure he thinks.

Shame bubbles through the euphoria.

“You’ve always been mine,” he says against my lips. “This just fucking confirms it.”

I wrap my legs around his hips. We’re at the perfect angle. The perfect height.

And the fact that he didn’t just freak out on me lifts a weight off my chest. I didn’t realize I had been worried until now.

After a few seconds of discomfort—an alien feeling—he moves.

“I don’t want gentle,” I say, holding on to his biceps.

“Good thing, because my self-control is about to go out the window.” He slams into me, filling me completely.

In the back of my mind, I knew we wouldn’t be able to do easy. Just like we wouldn’t be able to do slow.

We’re fast and reckless and wild.

I dig my nails into his skin. He relentlessly hammers into me. A tingling feeling picks up in my lower abdomen and my teeth tear his lower lip. My heart is beating so fast, it might take flight.

“Scream,” he orders. He flicks my clit.

This orgasm is violent, a tsunami force. Better—or worse—than the first one. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.

He presses on my clit again, still thrusting into me.

I let my head fall back and I do. I scream.

I yell his name, my thighs tensing around him, until my voice disappears.

He quickens then stills, spilling inside me. We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other.

His pulse hammers through our connection.

He pulls out slowly. There’s blood on the condom, on my thighs, on the counter.

He touches my cheek, smiling sadly. His finger swipes under my eye. “You’re beautiful.”