Page 142 of Cruel Abandon (Fallen Royals 5)

Automatically, my gaze goes down.

He’s hard as a rock. I’ve barely caught my breath when the need flutters through my lower abdomen.

“I want you,” I breathe.

I don’t have to ask twice.

He grips my hips, dragging me to the edge of the counter, and aligns us. “Ready?”

I nod once.

He slams into me, and we both groan. There’s a pinch of pain, a remnant of last night, and maybe I make a face. He immediately stills, full to the hilt inside me.

“You’re sore,” he says.

I almost shake my head, then think better of lying. “A little.”

He shakes his head and starts to retreat, but I hold onto his face.

“Don’t you dare stop. I’m fine, Liam.”

He seems to analyze my expression, then finally nods. He moves inch by inch, in and out.

It’s not doing it for me.

I kiss him fiercely. As rough as I can manage. I suck his tongue into my mouth and roll my hips.

“Fuck me,” I say against his lips.

He holds my hip with one hand and pulls almost all the way out. With his other, he grabs my chin and forces me to look down at our connection.

Still pinching my chin, he thrusts into me hard, hard enough that the pain is obliterated by pleasure, and mixed in with it, too.

He does the same thing again, both of us staring downward. Out and in.

“You’re like the dream I didn’t think I’d ever grasp,” he says, still slow. Relentless.

It’s clear I’m not in charge here, as much as I wished I was. But I’m captivated by his words.

His hold on my chin slides down, to my throat. Around to the back of my neck.

He frees my hair from the tie, and I shake it out over my shoulders. It’s gotten longer in the last few weeks, and right now it’s wavy, flipping every direction. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and wraps his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back.

“Sky,” he pants. His pace is unrelenting. “Touch yourself.”

I close my eyes and don’t think—I just do. I run my hand down my body, over my breasts. He groans when I pinch my own nipple, rolling it between my index finger and thumb. The lower my hand moves, the more frantic our movements become. I’m caught in a vortex of emotions, and one glance at Liam’s face tells me he’s the same.

We’re the same.

My finger reaches my clit, and it only takes a few passes for my climax to build. My body trembles, and stars flash in front of my eyes.

He pumps twice more then stills, quietly saying my name as he comes inside me.

We’re still for a long moment.

In the silence, I recognize my pounding heart. The sweat that’s gathered under my breasts and the back of my neck. I feel… satiated, though. Tired.

The nightmare that cradled me earlier has been banished, and left in its place is the smell of our sex… and some broken glass.