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Mariah couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering closed, her body falling back onto the sheets, a breathless moan slipping through her teeth.

His answering growl against her most sensitive part was her undoing.

His tongue was both gentle and punishing, his teeth nipping at her clit, just enough to coax her back to the high she’d been nearing on his island countertop. She felt herself rising again, one hand fisting the silk sheets and the other winding into his hair, her fingers twisting into the dark strands.

That wave began to crest, higher and higher, when he slipped a finger into her, joining his tongue as he pushed her into the stars.

And when that wave finally broke, her release washed over her in a torrent of silver-gold light.

Somewhere, distantly, she thought she heard her voice cry out, but she couldn’t be sure.

His tongue and teeth and fingers didn’t stop moving right away, pulling every last drop of her orgasm from her body. It wasn’t until she was breathless and shaking beneath him that he pulled away, his absence sudden and shocking. She forced her eyes to open.

Andrian stood at the edge of the bed, grinning down at her with a look dripping of pure male satisfaction.

Even in her pleasure-addled state, Mariah had a sudden and distinct urge to kick him in the throat.

He must’ve read the thought in her eyes, his grin widening even further.

“No need to look at me like that,nio. After all, you’re much more tolerable to me like this. On your back and screaming my name.”

Now, she definitely wanted to kick him. If her mind hadn’t been frayed to its absolute limits, she would’ve told him to suck his own dick. She forced herself to swallow, desperately trying to pull herself together in order to tell him just that, when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, bending down to slide them off his legs, his eyes never leaving hers. When he stood, and she got a glimpse at him—atallof him—every conscious thought evaporated from her mind like mist.

Andrian Laurent was outrageously gorgeous when clothed.

Naked, he wasdevastating.

She took in every inch of him—the Mark on his chest, the evidence of his years of training written on the muscles beneath his skin. Her eyes dipped lower to his hips, to the hard length of him, her mouth suddenly bone-dry.

“Eyes up here,nio.” Her gaze snapped back to his, a flush rising to her skin, to find that cocky grin still stretched arrogantly across his face.

“On second thought …” He stepped towards the bed, placing his hands, then knees, on either side of her, slowly crawling up her body, pushing her further onto the soft mattress. His lips brushed hers, and she shivered when she tasted herself on them.

“You can stare as much as you want, as long as you promise to keep blushing like that.”

Gritting her teeth, she pulled every ounce of her shredded dignity to her before pushing out her next words. “Fuck you.”

She felt his lips twitch against her cheek. “As you wish,My Queen.”

Mariah had no time to think, no time to hiss out a retort, before his mouth caught hers in a feral kiss. Words became an afterthought when she felt his hand move between them, guiding his length to her, and with one smooth, powerful thrust, he seated himself fully inside her.

She arched into him, pain blending into pleasure as he stretched and filled her. Her mouth opened as she gasped, and he bithardinto her bottom lip, the faint tang of copper filling her mouth.

“Fuck,nio.” Andrian’s breath was hoarse as they shared breath, as he let her adjust to him.

Then he began to move.

His movements were slow at first, a painstaking withdrawal before pushing back in. Each time, it was as if he moved deeper, striking a spot that sent a wave of lightning through her, had more groans falling from her lips.

It must’ve been the sound of her throaty gasps that snapped the chain of Andrian’s tenuous control.

With a snarl, he wrapped a hand into her hair, his lips again finding hers, as he began to pound into her with a vengeance.

Every ounce of hate, of frustration, of lust they felt for each other was set loose in that moment.

It was a flurry of hands and teeth and hair and nails, frantic grabs at the other’s skin in attempts to pull closer, as if they were trying to meld the other into them.

Mariah began to rise again, the beginnings of a second release taking form deep within her. She was caught up in a surge of passion, carrying them both away to a place far away from that golden palace.

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