Page 98 of The Last Days of Lilah Goodluck

“As I told you at the start, I’m not really a prince. And thank goodness for that. I never wanted my life mapped out for me. For the whole world to feel they have a right to know everything about me. As if being born to that family means I have no choice. My privacy is sold to the highest bidder as is—and now yours is too,” he says, cupping my face. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun to call youprincessand fuck you wearing only a tiara.”

“I think you’d look very fetching in a tiara.”

“I meant you, smart-ass.” And he backs up the statement with a sharp slap to my butt cheek.

“Ouch.”

“Give me your mouth.”

“Say ‘please.’”

With a feral grin, he presses his lips hard against mine. Each time we kiss, there’s this flood of happy hormones. He has fast become my addiction. His hands on my body and the way he doesn’t hold back. I know how much he wants me. It’s impossible to ignore in the way his tongue sweeps into my mouth and the taste of him hits me. Then he gentles the kiss to something sweet and sincere.

“Did you really want to just go to sleep?” he asks in a harsh whisper. “Because it’s okay if that’s what you want.”

In response, I push the towel off his hips and toe off my fancy new red flats. He shows how helpful he can be by lifting the hem of my top and carefully taking it off me. We both fumble for the button and zipper of my jeans until he’s sidetracked by my boobs.

“This is new,” he says, inspecting the lace of my bra as he fills his hands with my breasts. “I approve, Leannan.”

“The lingerie alone cost you a small fortune. I should hope you like it.”

His thumbs toy with my nipples, the fine fabric an intriguing sensation against sensitive skin. Because whenever he touches me, my whole body lights up. In no time at all, I’m panting and he’s groaning about what a good girl I am, and we’re heading for the bed. Removing my underwear while stroking his thick cock along the way is a challenge. But I am 100 percent here for it. He smells like soap and shampoo and himself. A scent I cannot define but could find in the dark if necessary.

Maybe it’s the looming threat of my doomsday tomorrow. I don’t know. But we’re frenzied. Both of us feel the urgency. His hands grasping and groping. My teeth nipping at the cushion of his bottom lip. We seem to want to mark our territory tonight. To be more than a little possessive. I am not usually rough like this. As much as I want to touch him with all the tenderness in the world, to treasure him, this moment calls for more.

He allows me to push him back onto the mattress. And his strong hands are there, urging me to straddle him. To hold the blunt head of his cock in position and sink down and take all of him in one brutal move. Oh my God. Forget about tomorrow. I am dead and gone tonight. How his wide cock stretches me. It is sweet and sharp and so damn necessary. With this much emotion involved, with the way he gets me, sex with this man is on another level. I did not have a damn clue what I was missing up until now. There’s every chance I could forgo my next breath. But not him and not this. Not ever.

He hisses and bares his teeth. “The feel of you... Fuck.”

I just nod. With my synapses firing the way they are, words are way out of reach.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down on his hard length. But suddenly his gaze clears and his face blanks andoh, shit. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “We forgot to use any protection.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Wait,” he says, still holding me in place. A bead of sweat slips down the side of his face. “Fuck, it’s hard to think, what with being inside you bare. But I get tested regularly. Haven’t had unprotected sex in the meantime. How about you?”

“I, um...”

“Think, Lilah. Have you been tested?”

I squeeze my eyelids shut. “Yes to testing. No to unprotected sex. I’m also on birth control.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?”

“You...” I lick my lips and try not to rock. Holding still has never been this hard. “You feel so good. This is a hell of a time to be having this conversation.”

“Do we stop and suit up or stay as we are? What do you want?”

“You’re fine with bare?”

“Yes,” he says with no hesitation. “It’s your choice.”

With my palms flat against his chest for purchase, I finally give in and gyrate my hips. His eyes roll back in his head. It’s gratifying to see. His grip on my thighs tightens, and then he moves his hands higher. All the better to lift me and slam me back down. And I am more than happy to go along with it. Heck. I’m happy to ride him all on my own. Having him between my thighs is always a guaranteed good time. And feeling how hot he is, the ridges in his cock, the way he grunts like a caveman as he urges me on. Faster. Harder.

The thick length of him rubs me just the right way. Every nerve ending in me is paying attention to what we’re doing. It’s an elemental combination of heat and electricity. A thrilling magical thing. That’s how it feels to have him inside me and beneath me and grabbing hold of me.

“Fuck, this is going to be fast. Eyes here, Lilah,” he says, and grabs hold of my throat. His hand is like a brand against my skin. And he looks at me like he never wants to let go. I know exactly how he feels. Sheer sensation spreads out from my sex and takes me over. From my flesh and skin right down to my bones. I’d like this to last longer. But my orgasm races through me like there’s no time to lose. Like every second matters.

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