Page 24 of The Court of Truth

Fuck.

A ghost of a smile lingers on his face as his finger trails down my stomach, swirling around my belly button before teasing at the waistband of my pants.

“Ready?” he asks, amusement thick in his voice, but he doesn’t give me a chance to answer before I’m lifted up a few inches, the speed bewildering to me, even now, before I fall back into his lap in nothing but my bra and matching lace panties.

“Are you going to lose your clothes too?” I ask, cocking a brow at him, and he snickers.

“This ismyfantasy, remember?”

Tingles ripple through my body as I gape at him, my muscles tightening with anticipation as he continues to caress me with his sultry eyes.

“Play it out for me then,” I encourage, eager to feel him everywhere.

Finally sitting up in his seat, we fall chest to chest and I reach up to run my thumb over his lips.

“Just the carriage fantasy?”

“You have more than one?” I ask, my heart echoing in my ears as he nods, his nose bumping against mine with the movement.

“When it comes to you, the list is endless.” My nipples pebble, growing taut at his husky words. “Most of them involve fucking you with my teeth buried in your throat, but I don’t want to scare you away,” he admits, and it feels like my skin is on fire with the desire coursing through me.

Flashes of the night in Brody’s room when he drank from my wrist as…

Fuck.

“Why would it scare me away?” I breathe, the tremble of need thick in my voice, and his eyes darken as he assesses me.

“Because you’re the unbelievable fae I’ve spent my entire life missing, and I’m the big, bad vampire who doesn’t want to break you.”

Double fuck.

His hand slips to my throat while the other tightens around my waist, locking me in place.

“I’m not made of glass. You’ve never treated me like I am, so don’t start now,” I rasp, grinding down on his cock, which is beyond evident beneath his pants.

“You’re made of diamond, Adrianna. Rare, stunning, and indestructible, but I fucking love you and the thought of harming a single cell in your body burns my fucking soul.”

I can’t breathe. I can barely see. All I can do is hear his words and feel the callouses of his fingertips along my skin.

Consuming.

Breathtaking.

Mine.

I crush my lips to his, the heat intensifying as my fingers curl into his hair, desperate to give him everything, just like he gives to me, and I’m falling, over and over, into him, with him, for him.

It’s too much and not enough.

His lips on mine are devouring and demanding, but I want more, Ineedmore.

Clawing at his t-shirt, I don’t know whether I want to tear it from his body or use it to hold on for my life.

Both.

The rumbling of the carriage moving is gone, my entire surroundings dissolving into nothing as I cling to him, desperate and wanting. Until he’s gone.

My entire body thrums with the rattling of my pulse as I search for him with wide eyes. He’s no longer beneath me. He’s on the other side of the carriage, chest heaving as harshly as mine as he stares at me with wild eyes.

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