Page 141 of Cruel Abandon (Fallen Royals 5)

He stops.

I stop.

Time stops.

“They aren’t related, right, Liam?”

He sets aside the broom and steps closer. I part my knees, allowing him further access.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t remember anything like this happening… and you came back alive. Right?”

I can’t seem to get warm. I put my hands on his shoulders. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Different cities, different states. Almost seven years separating it. It’s a coincidence. An unfortunate one, though.”

I sigh.

He kisses my neck softly, then lingers. Places another kiss there, sucking. My nerves roar awake, and it unwinds my tension. I tilt my head to the side and wrap my legs around his hips, keeping him against me.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand.

He straightens and does as I say, lifting his shirt off and throwing it on the kitchen island behind him. I slowly peel mine off, then release his legs. He helps me pull my sleep shorts down and adds them to the pile of discarded clothes.

Liam meets my gaze, and for a moment we’re both frozen in time.

I brush his blond hair off his forehead. “I…”

I almost say it, but I can’t.

He nods his understanding, and his finger strokes down my core. It’s a tease, but one that makes me shudder nonetheless. And then he grips my knees, pushing my legs farther apart. I do my best to squash the vulnerability that comes to life. He thrusts his finger into me, and I arch my back.

“Sweet angel,” he says under his breath. “I wonder what you taste like?”

I shake my head, but then he’s leaning down and hooking my leg over his shoulder. He kisses down the inside of my thigh.

“Liam, stop—”

He bites, and I yelp.

But I also get wetter.

He repeats himself, kissing and then a quick nip. His tongue soothes the spot. I grip the counter on either side of my hips.

“You’re soaked.”

I tip my head back, whimpering when his tongue finds my clit. I’m lost to the rushing blood in my ears and the sensation of Liam’s mouth on me.

“I’m close,” I say on a moan.

He moves lower, and his fingers dig into my thighs at the same time his tongue stabs into me.

Oh my god.

I grab at his hair as he fucks me, pushing in and out. His thumb rubs circles on my clit, and the sensation—of fireworks, of holding electricity in my hands, of fire and magic—grows. It explodes through me, and I try to clamp my legs together.

He bites my thigh once more, then rises.

My fingers slip from his hair, and he swipes around his mouth with his thumb, sucking any last remnant of me off.