Page 39 of One Spicy Summer

Somethingamazing.

I can hear myself moaning, broken and desperate, as he starts to move, little thrusts that build, faster, deeper, making my whole body thrum with sensation.

A grin tugs at his lips. “Didn’t think so. Relax for me, Princess. Take me in.”

Every time he rocks into me, it feels like he brands me a little more, like he’s rewriting my entire body to saybelong to Rygaard.

And God, Iwantthat.

I want all of it.

The way he’s looking at me, like I'm his whole damn world.

The way he kisses me between thrusts, messy and frantic, like he can't get enough.

The way he says my name, broken and raw, every time I squeeze around him.

I’m not sure when it stops hurting.I only know that somewhere along the way, the pain melts into a pleasure so big, so consuming, it drags a cry out of my throat.

He doesn’t let up, just pushes harder, faster, until my whole body locks up around him.

I’m at the edge of the cliff, orgasm on the horizon, and then… I hear Ry say, “Oh, fuck, Princess, I’m so sorry.” He’d come before I could finish and it was a beautiful sight to see.

I feel it, the way he spills inside me, the way his whole body shudders against mine, and I know, without a doubt:

This boy owns me now.

And I own him, too.

Chapter Seventeen

Rygaard

We lay there tangled together, her head on my chest, both of us catching our breath. My heart’s still racing, hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.

Presley’s fingers lazily trace circles over my abs, making me twitch and laugh under my breath.

“What’s so funny?” she murmurs sleepily.

“You’re ticklish,” I tease, tightening my arms around her just a little.

“Mmm, maybe." She yawns, nuzzling into me. “Or maybe I’m plotting my next move.”

I chuckle and run my hand up and down her bare back. “Oh yeah? And what evil plan is brewing in that pretty, little head of yours?”

She props her chin up on my chest, her hair falling messily around her face, and gives me this mischievous smile that melts every part of me.

“Round three," she says sweetly. "But this time,I’min charge."

My eyebrows shoot up. “Already trying to steal my crown, Princess?”

She bites her bottom lip and shrugs, trying and failing to look innocent. “Well, youdidsay I could bend you to my will eventually.”

“Eventually!” I laugh, flipping us so she’s beneath me again, squealing. “Not five minutes later!”

She giggles, smacking my chest playfully. "Semantics."

I pepper kisses along her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, making her squirm and giggle more.

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