Page 33 of Eden and her Mercenary
I took it from him, tearing the packet open with my teeth before rolling it onto his length with trembling fingers. His eyes closed briefly at my touch, jaw clenching with the effort of restraint.
When he positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, our eyes locked. Something passed between us—an understanding, a promise—before he pushedforward, filling me in one slow, exquisite thrust.
We both gasped at the sensation, bodies perfectly aligned. For a moment, neither of us moved, savoring the connection. Then Royal began to rock, setting a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist to take him deeper.
"You feel incredible," he murmured against my ear, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "So tight, so perfect."
I could only moan in response, words escaping me as he hit a spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My nails raked down his back, urging him on as our bodies moved together with increasing urgency.
The sofa creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with our harsh breathing and occasional gasps. Royal's thrusts grew more powerful, more demanding, driving me higher with each movement. I felt the familiar tension building, coiling tight in my lower belly.
"I'm close," I warned, my voice barely recognizable.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."
I slid a hand between us, fingers circling my clit in time with his movements. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly at the base of my spine.
"That's it," Royal encouraged, watching my face with heated intensity. "Let go, Eden."
That was all it took. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name. Royal groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner muscles pulsed around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he followed me over the edge, his face buried in my neck as he shuddered through his release.
We lay tangled together afterward, skin slick with sweat, hearts gradually slowing to normal. Royal's weight was heavy but welcome, anchoring me to the moment. When he finally moved, it was only to shift us to a more comfortable position, keeping me tucked against his side.
"That was..." he began, then laughed softly. "I don't think there are words."
I smiled against his chest, pressing a kiss to the scar above his heart. "Agreed."
We might have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, the light had shifted, golden afternoon sun slanting through the windows. Royal was watching me, his expression soft in a way I hadn't seen before.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, tracing idle patterns on his chest.
He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. "That I don't want to let you go back to your life on the road."
The simple honesty of his statement caught me off guard. "Royal..."
"I know," he said quickly. "It's too soon. We barely know each other. But these past few days..." He hesitated, searching for words. "I've never felt this way about anyone."
I pushed myself up on one elbow, studying his face. "You mean the adrenaline, the danger—"
"No," he interrupted firmly. "Not that. This." He gestured between us. "Whatever this is. It feels... important."
My heart hammered against my ribs. "It feels important to me too," I admitted softly.
A thundering sound shook the door. "If you two are quite finished," came Dr. Chen's dry voice, "Stella's awake and asking for you."
“How did she know?” I hissed, scrambling for my clothes. Royal just shrugged and shook his head.
“The walls are thin… I should have warned you,” came Chen’s reply.
Exchanging sheepish grins as we dressed hastily. Royal caught me before I could open the door, pulling me in for one more lingering kiss.
"We'll figure this out," he promised against my lips. "Whatever comes next."
I nodded, suddenly certain that whatever thefuture held, I didn't want to face it without him.
Chapter 11
Eden
