Page 136 of Vicious Desire (Fallen Royals 4)

In one movement, he grips my knees and pulls them apart. He places a kiss on the inner corner of my knee. His hands slide under my thighs, grabbing my ass and hauling me closer to the edge.

I fist the comforter, staring down at him.

He works his way toward the apex of my thighs. His erection strains through his dress pants, but he ignores it. And when his hot breath hits my core, I whimper.

“When’s the last time someone looked at you like this?” he asks.

He runs one finger over my slit.

“Hmm?”

He pushes inside me, and my arms almost stop supporting me. But I can’t look away from his face. His dark eyes clashing with mine, almost daring me to say anyone else’s name except his.

His pace is lazy, but every muscle in me is tense. His mouth is so damn close to my clit, I’m practically shivering with anticipation.

“Riley?”

“You,” I breathe.

“That’s right.”

His mouth descends on me, and I can’t take it anymore. My thighs quiver, only my toes pressed into the carpet. I squirm against him.

He loops his arms around my legs, hooking the backs of my knees, and pushes me farther back onto the bed. He follows, and it’s like he flipped a switch in my body.

I’m hypersensitive.

I wind my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. He growls when I swivel my hips, hoping for more—just, more.

His teeth graze my clit at the same time he thrusts three fingers into me.

I scream. The orgasm builds and shatters me in a matter of seconds.

I fall back flat on the bed. My chest rises and falls quickly, and my body tingles.

Eli climbs up, hovering over me.

I grab his face and kiss him, ignoring the taste on his lips.

“A whole year, gone,” I murmur once we’ve separated. I run my fingers over his lips, exploring his face by touch. “I hate it.”

He cups my cheek. “We have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

This time?

I definitely believe him.

Epilogue

Riley

Two Months Later

Eli and I are wandering Times Square when my phone rings.

My heart nearly stops.

I stumble, barely keeping my feet, then hurry to answer it. I’ve been waiting months for this phone call.