Page 53 of Serpent King's Revenge

I knew I needed to tell him about the plan, but I didn’t give a damn in that moment.

I just needed to be here with him.

"Abby," he breathed out, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.

I looked up at him and his finger and thumb captured my chin, tilted my face up to his. He kissed me…thrust his tongue past my lips, went to war. In a heartbeat, I went from just wanting to hold him to wanting him inside me, wanting his hands on me. I wanted to touch and taste all the parts of him I’d missed, I wanted to worship him while he worshipped me–

I pressed closer, feeling him hard and ready. He grabbed my hand and brushed butterfly kisses across every knuckle before he slid my hand down his chest, down his hard abs, toward his hardened cock.

I grasped his length through his prisoner’s clothes. We both gasped.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growled. “I need to fuck you right now.”

“Nathan, we need to talk.”

“I’m not stopping you from talking. I need to fuck you right now,” he said. His hands fell to my hips; his thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings; his urgency clawed at the last vestiges of resistance I had left. “It feels like I haven’t been able to come up for air since…”

He kissed me, cutting himself off like he couldn’t help it. I understood; I needed him, too, needed him inside me.

Of course, he didn’t know what we had planned. He thought this might be the only time we had.

He had no idea I was going to break him out.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Nathan, I…," I started, words failing me. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming—his eyes were dark, filled with forbidden promise.

And I had missed him so much.

I wanted this as much as he did.

Nathan slid his hand between my legs, finding the plain panties soaked through. Yes, we had business to attend to…but this suddenly felt more important. When his thumb flicked my clit through cotton, sex shot to the top of my priority list.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said. “Knew you would be. We’re alone?”

“No cameras, but they’re listening,” I gasped. I’d been told to get him ready for the escape, but fuck…

…I could tell him while he was inside me.

I started undressing him, pulled off the prison shirt, exposed the plane of his stomach, his hard pecs, the dragon tattoo I’d traced a thousand times. Nathan was pushing my sweater off my shoulders, reaching for the hem of my shirt. Skin to skin–that was what I needed, to touch him, to know he was safe and warm and alive. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened, curl into him, come up with baby names…

"Listen to me," I whispered, gazing into those brown eyes. He pressed a kiss to my lips, "There's something we need to discuss."

“It can wait,” he growled. I gasped as he moved me, practically tossed me to the bed. He was dragging my panties down, then–

“Nathan!”

His tongue was on my pussy, licking a line from my entrance to my clit. He swirled it around my clit, then began to lap at it, suck at it…fuck, it felt so good.

My brain short circuited. This wasn’t why I was here.

But it was why I was on this planet, so why not?

I reached down to grasp his overgrown black hair, tugging hard on it, rolling my hips against him. My eyes darted down and I found him watching me with those dark eyes, licking at me in time with my thrusting hips. He kept my legs spread with his hands, in command of my body even when he was the prisoner.

“Nathan…” I breathed. “Fuck…yes, yes!”

Fuck, he was so good at this, and I had missed him so much.

A shudder rippled through me, heat pooling between my thighs. A choked gasp escaped my lips and then I was coming–coming without even realizing it, without planning for it, without preparing. I came hard, every thought vanishing.

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