Page 68 of Brutal Ice

Fucking heaven, indeed.

I want her again.

Royal stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He’d just ditched the condom. Seen the faint traces of blood on the damn thing.

I was her first.

Selfish bastard that he was, he’d like to be her only. He’d like to claim her forever and never let any other man get close enough to so much as touch her sweet body.

He’d tried to warn her. But she’d given herself to him anyway.

He wanted her again already. Hell, already? More like endlessly. But he was trying not to be a completely selfish prick. His fingers gripped the edge of the marble counter as he sucked in a breath. Then she appeared behind him. Soft steps that he hadn’t heard when no one ever snuck up on him. Usually, he was far too aware. Hyper alert.

But there she was. Naked. Tapping his shoulder. He spun around, locked his hands on her waist, and in a flash, he’d turned again and had her up on the marble before him. And he was between her legs.

Her eyes widened. “Uh, hi.”

Fuck me. She is going to break something inside of me. “Hi?”

She swallowed. “You were in here a while. Thought I should check on you.”

She was checking…on him. “I took your virginity.”

“I believe I gave it to you. Not like it was doing anything overly useful. Just kinda hanging around.”

He blinked. “Uh, come again?” Strangled words.

“I’d like to do just that,” she said, voice all serious.

His eyes narrowed on her. “Violet.”

“I got worried you might be in here, feeling all guilty and remorseful about something I wanted more than my next breath.”

Her honesty cut through him better than any knife.

“And I want you again,” she added, softer. “Are you going to tell me that’s wrong?”

He reached behind her. Turned on the warm water and grabbed for a cloth that had been on the edge of the sink. He let the warm water soak the cloth, and then he brought it between her legs.

She gasped at the contact.

“Easy, sweetheart. I hurt you. I’m trying to make it better.” He stroked her gently, cleaning and soothing. I took her. She’s mine. I will always protect what’s mine.

Violet caught his wrist. “You didn’t hurt me. You haven’t. You won’t.”

He stared into her eyes. The gold seemed even brighter to him. What had she asked just a moment before? If wanting him was wrong? “Nothing is wrong when it comes to you.”

Her lips curled in the faintest of smiles. So beautiful that she made his chest ache.

Can’t let go. Won’t let go.

He dropped the cloth behind her. Pulled her toward him. Carried her back to the bed. When he put her down, she bounced lightly on the mattress. Royal remained standing, at least long enough to grab another condom. I want her again. I think I’ll always want her.

“Is it always like that?” She moved to her knees as she watched him. Her breasts thrust toward him, beautiful nipples tight.

Want to taste them again.

“Like what?” He rolled on the condom.

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