Page 45 of The Shadow King's Brother

She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. Then, deliberately, she pushes the fabric of her blouse down, giving me a glimpse of her breasts. She takes my hand and guides it over the soft curve of her chest as I kiss her again, the contact setting me on fire.

The pressure inside me threatens to explode with just a touch, just a look.

I grab her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, and lift her in one swift motion. She wraps her legs around me, her thighs tight against mine as I press her against the wall.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, I can’t control myself around you,” I growl as my hand slips up under her skirt. “You’re so soft–”

I can feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle signs of her arousal.

“Don’t control it,” she moans into my mouth.

My hand strokes further up her thigh in a gentle exploration, as I look at her. Her long and strong legs are wrapped around me, holding me captive. She tilts her head back.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I groan. “I’ll destroy you.”

She’s so damn beautiful it aches. I try to memorize every inch of her—the curves, the dips, the softness. Etching her into my memory.

“You already have,” she says, her voice thick.

I pause, noticing something in her eyes. Are they wet? I gently cup her face, my thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Hey,” I murmur, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. “Are you okay?”

She nods, but there’s a break in her voice as she wipes away a tear. “Yes,” she says, but it cracks something in me.

“Nica,” I say softly, pulling back just a little, my hand lingering on her cheek.

“I’m just… so fucking happy,” she says, her voice raw, and then bangs her hand against my chest. “You make me happy. Fuck, you make me… feel everything.” She sniffles.

“I always will,” I growl, my heart pounding with a need I can’t control. “No one gets to you but me. Not now, not ever.”

“I love you,” she says, her eyes wide, her voice trembling. “Like… shit, Elio, you’re everything.”

“Damn right I am,” I snap, my voice low and possessive. I pull her closer, almost crushing her against me. “You’re mine. All of you.”

Her eyes darken again as she presses herself against me, her body grounding me in a way I didn’t even know I needed.

“Now, where were we?” She smirks.

“Right here,” I say, claiming her lips again, my gaze possessive as I lift her up, kissing her deeply.

“Right,” she moans against me.

“I’ll need to remove some of your clothes,” I say, and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent of cinnamon.

I can feel her body tense, poised, and ready as I slowly kiss the soft spots on her neck. Her breasts are full, the nipples hard and erect, straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. Begging for my touch.

I grab her hair, pulling her back so she arches against me, exposing the curve of her throat, and my kisses become slower, lower, moving down her chest, lingering on the soft skin above her shirt. I press my hardened cock against her, and she freezes, her breath catching in her throat.

“Fuck, yes,” I murmur and grab her nipple between my thumb and index finger, slowly massaging it in circular motions.

“Oh, Elio,” she pants as her kiss becomes more needy.

I groan against her mouth and kiss her harder, forcing my tongue deeper. She gasps, pushing closer, meeting my intensity with her own. She’s unapologetic in her needs and her desires, grabbing onto me.

I can feel myself teetering on the edge, about to explode with just her kiss. Her moans are breathy and soft.

She bites her lip, and the sight of her swollen lip and her dark eyes nearly sends me over the edge. The urge to be inside her, to lose myself in her completely, becomes overwhelming. I carry her across the room, my steps driven by pure instinct until we reach the bed.

I put her down on the bed but keep her legs in the air while I slip off her panties. I discard them on the floor.

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