Page 33 of The King's Fake Bride

The muscle in his jaw ticks, nostrils flaring for a moment, but he says nothing, instead moving closer to me.

His hands skim my waist. Sparks dance across my skin, and my heart races.

It’s only been a few days, but it feels like the man in front of me has buried himself deep into my soul. There’s no untangling the two of us.

Right here is where it feels like I was meant to be.

At least it does with the rest of the world fading away, leaving only the two of us in the shallow end of the pool, standing inches from each other but nobody saying a word.

And then one of us moves closer to the other.

It feels like I’m free-falling as his lips press against mine. His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips as I run my hands up his muscled biceps, fingers sinking into his hair.

I tug him closer as his teeth sink into my bottom lip. My mouth opens, and his tongue slides against mine as he walks us backward.

The edge of the pool hits the middle of my shoulder blades, digging in as Xander gets impossibly closer to me.

His thigh presses between my legs as I grind against him, my pussy pulsing with need as he reaches for the knot at the nape of my neck.

My bikini top falls away, my nipples tightening as his hands slide lower, undoing the knot around my waist.

Xander leans back, ripping the fabric from my body and tossing it out of the pool. “You’re beautiful.”

His large hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

When he dips his head to take one into his mouth, I slide my hand between us and into the waistband of his swim trunks.

His cock throbs in my hand as I wrap it around his silky skin, slowly sliding while he tugs on my nipples. He teases the stiff peaks while I brush my thumb over the head of his erection.

Xander groans, his hips rocking forward. “You’re going to be the death of me. I hope you know that.”

“We should probably stop before this goes too far,” I say, gasping as he slips the fabric at my core to the side, pushing his fingers into me.

He presses them against my inner walls, rocking deeper with each thrust. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” My nails dig into his chest as I try to hold on, head tilting back as his thumb presses against my clit. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers rock faster, driving harder and deeper into me. I roll my hips in time with his movements, trying to relieve the feeling building at the base of my spine.

I grip his cock harder as his mouth closes over mine again, the kiss hot and slanting as I come on his fingers.

Waves of pleasure crash over me as he keeps thrusting. It’s only once my body stops shaking that he pulls his fingers out, his hands going to my hips, tugging at the strings there.

The fabric falls away and I slide his swim trunks down his legs, desperate for him.

Xander grabs my thighs, lifting me up, keeping me pinned between his body and the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist. “Please.”

With a smirk, he inches into me, head dropping to my neck. He sucks on my pulse as I wriggle my hips, trying to take more of him while he keeps holding back.

Xander chuckles, teeth grazing my jaw. “You’re soaked.”

“I need you.” I tug on his hair, pulling his head back until he’s looking at me. “Now.”

His hips rock forward as he buries himself to the hilt. My pussy clenches tight around him as I roll my hips, getting used to the feeling of him filling me in a way nobody else ever has.

It feels like we were made to fit together.

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