Page 27 of Forbidden Royal Vows

He filled her completely. It had been so long.

They were locked together, their gazes, their bodies. It was as if there was no telling where one of them ended and the other began.

She clenched around him, unable to stop herself, and felt him as he shivered in response.

And then that shiver seemed to roll through her, so that suddenly she was shattering apart all over again, but he stayed where he was, hot and hard and still so deep inside of her.

She slid her hands around the front of his chest, still tucked there under his shirt, and for a long, long while, there was only shaking apart. Shaking back to life.

Shaking and shaking and shaking.

When she opened her eyes again his magical gaze, like nothing short of spell work, was all she could see.

“I want to see you.” She swallowed, hard. “I’m still protected. But I want to see you, Caius.”

She had never been more grateful that she had taken her sister’s advice and gone on birth control when they were still teenagers.

I don’t... Mila had blushed. I mean, I haven’t...

It isn’t about what you’re doing or not doing, Carliz had said. It’s about setting a precedent so that no one but you ever knows if you need it or not.

Mila made a mental note to send her sister a gift.

Caius blew out a breath. He rested his forehead against hers, holding himself there for one breath. Another.

Then he withdrew, and that felt like grief all over again. It rolled through her too much like a sob.

But he was only shrugging out of his shirt. He wore some kind of chain around his neck but he pulled that off too, crossing over to his bag and tossing it all there, followed by the rest of his clothes. Mila followed suit, and he crossed back to her he made a very low, very male sound of appreciation that she was naked, too.

Then he rolled her with him as he lay back down, so that she ended up between the back of the sofa and the glorious wall of his body.

She thought he would say something then. But there was no curve in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like magic, and they were all she could see, still.

And suddenly everything felt sacred.

Caius smoothed a hand over her face, this thumb moving over her lips. Then he pulled her over the length of his body as he turned on his back, settling her astride him.

And then, with his hands at her hips to encourage her, to command her, they both seemed to hold their breath at the same time she braced herself against his torso and angled her body to take the full, thick length of him deep inside her once again.

“My Majesty,” he growled.

Then Mila tipped back her head, arched her back, and lost herself in the rhythm he had taught her five years ago.

It was the same dance, but it felt like new.

They were the same people, but five years’ difference had changed everything. And nothing. And somewhere in the tension between those two things, there was this.

The way she rocked against him, half blind with need and pleasure and spinning out on the sheer beauty of the heat they made together. On her softness and his hardness. On all the ways they fit so well, so perfectly.

Just like five years ago, he met her as she moved, until the dragon was in flight and everything was fire.

“You had better hurry, my queen,” he told her as the fires built. “You’re running out of time.”

Mila laughed at that, throwing back the hair he’d taken down with his greedy hands. She moved faster, wilder. And then, finding his gaze and holding it, she reached down between them and found the center of her own need.

And she hurtled herself toward that edge.

But he was there with her as she leaped—

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