Page 66 of Brutal Ice

She let go of the covers. Her hand pressed to his chest. The heat of his body sank into her.

“I can stay with you.” His voice was deeper. Rougher. “Sleep on the floor. Keep my hands off you. If you have another bad dream, I’ll be right beside you.”

She shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like what the bad guy would say.” Her hand began to slide down his chest.

He tensed beneath her touch.

“You keep trying to play the bad guy,” she added as her hand dipped a bit more. “Like you’re trying to warn me away from you.”

“I’m not playing.”

“Neither am I.” She knew what she wanted, and there was not going to be any more running. “I believe you mentioned something about fucking me so completely that I’ll never be free of you? Weren’t those your words?”

He growled. That savage sound that made her sex clench.

“But I had a thought…” She was nervous but wouldn’t let that stop her. Her fingers fumbled and undid the snap of his jeans. Pulled down the zipper. No underwear. His hard cock shoved toward her. “What if I fuck you so completely that you’re never free of me?” Bold words. Especially since she was barely more than an amateur in this department, but she wanted to try. She wanted to learn.

She wanted her first time to be with Royal because he felt right in every way. Even when he said he was wrong.

“I tried,” he gritted.

Her gaze lifted.

His stare seemed to eat her alive.

“You had the chance to get away, but now I’ll have you.”

That certainly sounded promising.

Royal—

He took her mouth again. Harder. Deeper. If possible, even more possessively. And he ripped the covers out of the way. Cool air hit her skin, and Violet gasped into his mouth. Then his hands were on her breasts. Stroking her through the silk, and his mouth tore from hers…but only so he could follow his hands. His lips closed over one nipple—through the silk. He licked and sucked and her whole body jolted.

And his hands kept moving on her body.

Down, down they went. He grabbed the hem of her gown and shoved it up. Then he was touching her through the panties she wore. Stroking and sliding with his fingers even as his mouth still sucked her nipple.

She arched up against him. Her body throbbed and ached, and she wanted the gown and the panties gone. Violet wanted to feel every inch of him against her.

His mouth lifted from her breast. “No condoms…in here…”

Uh, no, she didn’t have any. She?—

Was in his arms. He’d scooped her off the bed and was carrying her through the bedroom. Her arms wound around his neck, and since he was right there, she decided to lean closer and press a kiss to the hard edge of his jaw. Then down, she skimmed her lips over him. Violet pressed her mouth against his throat.

“I want in you,” Royal snarled.

That was exactly where she would like for him to be.

And then he lowered her.

Put her carefully on another bed—his bed. A big, king-size bed with dark sheets. No lamp light in that room. The only illumination spilled from the open doorway. He stood by the bed, towering over her, and shadows clung to him. His hands slid under the gown. He caught the panties and pulled them off her. Then he pushed her legs apart. Bent. And feasted.

Her hips surged up against him. Her hands fisted around the sheets. She opened her mouth wide and cried out his name, but he was merciless. And she loved it. Loved every lap and thrust of his tongue. Loved the way he licked her clit again and again, and, even while he worked her with his mouth, his hands rose to pluck her nipples.

She screamed when the orgasm hit her.

And he kept right on licking her.

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