Page 129 of Vicious Desire (Fallen Royals 4)
“Even after everything?” She unbuckles her seat belt and scoots toward me.
I stay perfectly still, and she maneuvers herself onto my lap. She puts her hands on my shoulders, staring at me with a mixture of wonder and confusion.
“Yeah, dummy. Even after everything.”
She leans into me. “Kiss me.”
Happily.
I reclaim her mouth, and our lips fuse together. She gasps. Her tongue slides against mine. This is new and familiar all at the same time, and we reacquaint ourselves with each other.
She finds the hem of my shirt and pushes it up, dragging her nails up my abs.
Goosebumps break out along my back.
I shift my hips, showing her exactly what I think about her.
She groans, grinding into me.
We’re dry humping in my car like—well, I was going to say horny teenagers, but that’s what we are.
I wrap my arms around her and move us so she’s flat on the bench seat.
“Eli,” she whispers. Her hands go to my jeans.
Part of me wants to savor this. The fact that we’re here again, with all our truths in the open.
But the reality?
I can’t fucking wait.
She has the button and zipper undone before I can process it.
I attack her pants. I yank them down her legs, and we’re a tangle of limbs for a brief moment. There’s a condom in my glove compartment, and I quickly roll it on.
And then I settle against her again, and my dick twitches. It’s been too long.
I missed her.
She’s already wet for me, and I kiss her at the same time that I plunge inside her.
Her hips buck, and her back arches into me.
“Fucking hell, Eli,” she groans.
I grin against her lips.
And then I start to move.
My fingers find her clit, urging her on as I thrust. She whimpers, her nails scraping along my back. My biceps.
I’ll be covered in scratch marks, and I love it.
“Eli,” she repeats.
Her body tenses, and she comes with a gasp. Her whole body clenches around me, and I ride out the pulsing sensation.
Before she’s come down off the high, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, holding her still, and pick up my speed.