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“Elena,” he groaned, his voice strained as he continued to move in rhythm with her. His voice was hoarse from exertion, yet it was sweetly melodic in Elena’s ears as she felt herself getting closer to climaxing.

She was trembling beneath him now, waves of pleasure cascading through her body. The world around her seemed to blur into insignificance as she focused only on Rylan and the intimacy they shared.

He increased his pace in response to her plea, causing Elena’s mind to spiral into oblivion. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, yet not enough. She needed more of him. She craved the closeness that his body provided.

Her hands roamed his back, tracing the solid muscles, her fingers digging into his skin as though attempting to imprint him onto her flesh. His taste lingered on her lips, potent and sweet, a flavor she intended never to forget.

With a trembling gasp, Elena pushed her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts, feeling the world tilt as an intense wave of pleasure stormed through her. Elena was unraveling beneath him, her body responding to his in such a primal way that it left her reeling.

“Rylan,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper against the sound of their pounding hearts. Her nails dug into his back as she clung to him tightly, pulling him deep within her.

Before long Elena felt that familiar coil in her stomach start to tighten again. “Rylan,” she panted out, letting him know she was close. He nodded against her shoulder, increasing his speed in response.

With one final thrust, they found their release together, bodies clenching and convulsing in the throes of shared ecstasy. A wave of intense pleasure washed over them both, tearing moans from their throats as they clung to one another.

As the pulsating waves subsided, they lay entwined, panting heavily. Rylan pressed lazy kisses down her neck, igniting small sparks that sent shivers down her spine.

The silence of the room was broken by the slow rhythm of their breathing and the soft whispers of adoration they exchanged in the aftermath.

Chapter 12

Rylan

Waking up next to Elena quickly became Rylan’s favorite thing. Her even breaths puffed warm air on his chest while her head rested in the nook of his shoulder. Rylan lifted his head and placed a kiss next to her messy bun.

Elena groaned as he shifted. “Not yet,” she mumbled, throwing her leg over him and cuddling closer.

Rylan chuckled. “I guess the soil samples can wait a bit longer,” he mumbled into her hair as he pulled her in tighter.

Elena giggled. “Cuddles trump soil samples right now,” she agreed. She hummed contentedly into his neck.

“Last night was great,” Rylan said. “Though I don’t appreciate the pain in my head this morning.”

Elena laughed. “I can’t believe how good you are at beer pong! A true master.” She poked his side. “I declare from here on that you shall always be my teammate.”

Rylan grinned at the praise. “Is that a royal decree, Princess?”

Elena gasped and propped herself up on an elbow. “I thought I told you not to call me that!”

He laughed. “I can’t believe how casual you and your sisters are. Even Arccoo has become less formal. The Flores sisters will be the downfall of Thryal royalty,” he said with a smirk. Elena scoffed.

“You clearly never met Arccoo’s brother. Man, that guy was a piece of work.”

Rylan winced. Growing up as a commoner, it was unheard of to speak ill of anyone in the royal family—whether they were disgraced or not. Elena didn’t seem to notice and flopped onto her back.

“I need a greasy breakfast. Do you think there’s still some rupen strips left?”

Rylan smiled. The meaty strips were often fried in oil, and Elena had compared it to something she called “bacon.” It was strange to have it at breakfast.

“I’ll speak to the cooks. I’m sure your sisters will appreciate it, too.”

Elena smiled back at him. “Have I mentioned how great you are?”

Rylan grinned and kissed her. “A few times, but I’m not opposed to repetition.”

They dressed quickly, stealing glances at each other and grinning each time they were caught. The way Elena bit her lip as her eyes roved over him made him want to drag her back into bed and never leave.

The sun was cresting the horizon as Sofia and Carmen stumbled into the common room.

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