Page 90 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)

I slam my lips on hers, pushing her into the mattress. I bite her lip, eliciting a fierce groan from deep in her throat. She fights back, surprising me by getting leverage under her and rolling us over.

I love the feel of her weight on me. Her hair falls around us, creating our own privacy curtain as she kisses me again. Deeper.

Her hips move against mine ever so slightly, calling to attention my stiff erection.

God, I need to be inside her. Right. Now.

She kisses my jaw, my cheek, up and over my eyelids and forehead. “You’re incorrigible,” she whispers. “And you aren’t perfect. So far from it.”

“I know.”

“And I hate that you keep secrets.”

“I know.”

She’s still peppering my skin with kisses, dragging her lips around. Her hands bury themselves in my hair, tugging my head back. She nips my earlobe.

“But there’s something you don’t know.”

I exhale in a huff when her tongue touches the shell of my ear.

“And that…” She stares down at me. “Is that I’m in love with you.”

My heart… yeah, it does something funny. Skips, twists, jumps for joy. Love? Me?

Sure, when we were kids. When my heart was whole. But that was innocent love.

This is… dirty. Raw. So painful I might just burst.

Fuck. Me.

She touches the corner of my eye. “Never thought I’d see the day when Caleb Asher shed a tear.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m just…”

“If you say you don’t love me back, I’ll call you a liar,” she threatens. “No other emotion would explain the psychopathic tendencies you sometimes exhibit.”

I flip her over onto her back, hovering above her. My weight settles onto her, showing her exactly what I think of this situation, and she exhales.

Carefully, I lift her hand. Kiss her palm, then down farther, to where her skin is so white it’s almost translucent. And the bracelet.

“I’m possessive,” I admit. “It’s a flaw.”

“The first step is admitting you have a problem,” she whispers.

I smirk, but it slips away rather fast. “I don’t know how you can proclaim love when there are so many missing puzzle pieces.”

The palm I just kissed cups my cheek. “What else could there possibly be to ruin this? Ruin us?”

I shake my head.

I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised if something did.

Wouldn’t be the first time… and it’s just our luck to be torn apart. I think of my dad and her mom, the way they were drawn together and ripped brutally apart.

Maybe Asher men are destined to fall for Wolfe women.

It can’t be helped. And it can’t be stopped.