Page 125 of Tempest

“Let me go.”

“You should’ve requested that before you dared me to check to see if I was right. Is your pussy wet for me, princess?”

“I told you. You’re out of luck.”

“Mm.” With a flick of his wrist, Tempest unzips my pants and pushes me onto his bed.

With my arms pinned underneath me, all I can do is buck my hips and kick, which he dodges with ease, nestling into my spread legs at the foot of the bed and peeling my pants from my hips.

“You jackass! I came here because I was worried about Clover, not for you to take advantage of me!”

“Not the best time to bring up my sister, princess.” Smiling that irresistible smile, he scoops into my panties and plunges his fingers in.

He doesn’t waste time. Tempest begins playing my clit like his custom instrument. My head drops back, and I immediately see stars.

“That’s right,” he says from above. “Give in, the same way I can’t stop myself from giving into you every moment we cross paths.”

“I … this isn’t … right…”

“You’re a sorceress, Ardyn. You fucking have me under a spell.” His fingers swoop and swirl, and after a masculine grunt, he gets to his knees and buries his tongue in me.

“Oh my God,” I whisper through the intense, wonderful swirls of pleasure he cascades into my body. “I’m such a hypocrite. I can’t—do this—to Clover.”

“What did I say about my sister, princess?” He nibbles on my clit in warning, making me squirm and clutch the bedcovers under my body.

My hands are falling asleep with the weight, but I don’t care. I’m starting not to worry about repercussions, either. Or what I’m doing to myself by submitting to him.

When he stands, hungrily eyeing my spread center and removing his pants, my muscles loosen to accept him.

When he pulls my shirt up to expose my bra, then yanks my bra up to my neck, too, I moan with excitement.

Who am I? What is this girl doing, knowing she’s getting in bed with the worst of humanity?

But he smells like the boy I obsessed over. He grins like him, too. And the sex … the sex is all I dreamed of and then some.

He frees his dick, thick and winding with veins. I’ve never seen him in daylight, and when he rips off his shirt, I’m flabbergasted as to why I denied myself the pleasure for so long.

“My god,” I say.

A shadow of a smirk crosses his face. He wraps a firm hand around himself, lining it up with me.

“I’m on birth control,” I blurt.

His eyes flick to mine, his pupils blown out and his burnt chestnut hair fragmenting the fire of his stare.

“I—I took emergency contraceptive the last time. I thought you should know. In case…”

He quirks a brow. “Did you think I’d be upset about putting my baby in you?”

“Well. I sure would be.”

His lips twitch. “I should be, too. Fuck knows I’m supposed to do everything possible to stay away from you. At least one of us is being smart about this.”

I bite my lower lip. Tempest seems to enjoy that and grunts in approval. “Do that again.”

I do.

He lowers down, moving to free my arms and toss my jacket to the side.

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