Page 26 of Forbidden Royal Vows

That dragon testing its gleam, stretching out inside her.

“We can’t possibly just leap—” she began, almost desperately, though she didn’t step away. She didn’t move a single inch.

“We can.” He stopped before her, his bright eyes alight. “Take the leap, Mila. Let’s see if we can find our wings again.”

Then Caius simply pulled her into his arms, lifting her high above him so he could slide her back down the length of his body.

Mila’s mind went blank with delight, though it seemed as if her mouth still wanted to form words. As if there was an argument waiting, there on her tongue.

But her body knew exactly what to do.

She wrapped herself around him as he slid her down the length of his torso. And so by the time he settled her, his hands gripping her bottom and her legs around his hips, she could no longer tell who was kissing who.

It felt too good. It was a catastrophe.

A cataclysmic eruption of everything she had put on hold, everything she had tried to forget, everything that had always been there, waiting.

And this was no kiss stolen on the balcony where anyone might happen along.

Mila knew that both of them were fully aware that no one was going to interrupt them here.

That for the first time since she’d looked up and seen that he’d walked back into her life with that same smile on his face, they were well and truly on their own.

And this was what that meant. What that had always meant.

That blazing fire. The dragon’s mighty roar.

And the sheer, impossible joy of it.

She dug her hands into his hair and found herself rocking against him, to make it better. To make it worse.

And also because she couldn’t stop.

He didn’t wait another moment. Caius toppled them both down onto the nearest couch, and then everything seemed to implode even more.

One implosion after the next, as if they might die like this, wrapped up in each other—and Mila wasn’t sure she’d mind.

He pressed her down into the embrace of the sofa, and she bloomed beneath him. Had she worn this particular airy skirt in the hopes that it would go this way? Had she known that it would be like this—that his hands would be on her thighs, smoothing their way up to the V where her thighs met, so he could stroke his way into her softness while his tongue did the same dance with hers?

Maybe she’d only dreamed it, for years, but now it was real.

Neither one of them spoke. Because this was the same wildfire that had always consumed them, only this time, it was...more.

More intense. More demanding.

More dangerous, Mila managed to think, but that didn’t stop her.

Her hands were beneath his shirt, finding their way to those muscles of his. She was alternately clinging onto him or digging into him, depending on what he was doing with first one long finger, then two.

And the thing about Caius is that he knew exactly what he was doing.

He threw her over the cliff too easily and she found her wings there, laughing as she shook and shattered.

That he moved over her, reaching down between them to free himself, before thrusting his way home.

For a moment, then, there was only this.

The sheer, impossible glory of it.

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