Page 41 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)

I’ve had a constant, minor headache for the last week. And this? Worth it.

I grab her thighs, hauling her to me, and line myself up. My heart is beating out of my chest. In the dim light, she appears ethereal. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. So much pale skin.

I slide her shirt up to her chin. No bra.

Her breasts are perfect, and her nipples harden. I pinch one between my thumb and index finger at the same time that I push into her.

She groans, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy clenches around me.

I almost explode right then and there.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I growl. I pull back and slam into her, and she rises to meet me.

I set a fast pace, ignoring the demons that’ve been crowding my head for as long as I can remember. She’s beautiful splayed out beneath me, taking my length and begging for more.

“Touch yourself,” I say. My hand is still on her breast, and I tweak her nipple when she blinks up at me.

Slowly, her hand slides down her body. Her finger pauses on her clit, and she shudders, then rubs in small circles. Her eyes roll back.

I roll my hips, hitting a new spot inside her. Her ass bounces on my thighs from the force of my thrusts, but her finger doesn’t stop moving.

Her orgasm claws out of her.

I lean down and cover her lips with mine, swallowing her loud moan. She rakes her nails down my back.

I pound into her, hissing out a breath as I come. I still inside her and breathe sharply through my nose.

Our lips are still fused together.

She doesn’t let me get away. If anything, we’ve broken through a barrier and she wants me closer. Her legs and arms wrap around me, and she tucks her head into my neck.

“You’re not the worst thing to happen to me,” she says.

Her breath hits my skin and gives me goosebumps. “Far from it.”

I slide out of her and roll us onto our sides. She watches me deal with the condom, then I pull her close again. There’s a lump in my throat, and my head is pounding.

Concussion be damned.

“Caleb…”

I hadn’t realized my eyes closed. I meet her gaze, but my attention strays to her stitches. “How do you feel?”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and contemplates my question.

“Lost,” she says.

“Then I’ll find you,” I tell her.

“Why did everyone hate me? Shouldn’t they have been mad at the people actually having an affair?”

“Apparently, everyone knew except your dad.” It’s time for a bit more truth around here.

She flinches. “What?”

“I don’t know how, but Uncle David wasn’t surprised. And at the funeral…” I grimace. “Mom didn’t cry. I think it was the betrayal…”

“Her husband was cheating on her,” Margo says. “So she was mad at his betrayal.”