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I look away as he hunches over me, tucking his hard cock deeper, and I gasp. His lips brush my shoulder blade, up to the back of my neck, and bites me as he rocks both of our bodies back and forth.
“Come…come for me…one more time,” he rasps near the shell of my ear. “Remind me who I am. Remind me who’s fucking you.”
Gods, even his voice sounds so completely desperate and unlike him. It unravels something in me, this vulnerability in him I’ve never seen. As if on cue, he slaps my ass, jerking me out of my fascination and reminding me of whom I’m dealing with. Reminding me this is just a nasty, good fucking.
A screaming high of ecstasy and pleasure peaks and explodes into an array of sound and colors, until it rips out of me into an audible cry of his name.
He matches my vigor, slamming into me with a ferocity that makes my body shudder. With his own deep, delicious roar, his thrusts become erratic as he fills me with his cum. He slumps forward and catches himself with his hands braced on either side of my head while his cock pulses inside of me. His chest presses into my back with a comfortable heaviness, barely keeping himself from completely crushing me. His heavy, panting breaths stir the hair near the nape of my neck, and he rests his forehead against the back of my head. I’m still lost inthe sea of rippling pleasure, my mind buzzing until I sink into something quieter and stiller.
The weight of him disappears as he pulls himself out of me. I flop onto my back, my chest still rising and falling with the rush. When I glance over to Darian, he’s also on his back, eyes closed as he works to slow his breathing.
I sit up as he mutters, “Don’t worry. I’m barren.”
The statement stuns me, and I slowly look back over at him. I open my mouth to ask if it’s because he’s Spoiled, but instead I ask, “How am I supposed to believe that?”
His eyes are still closed. “You can still take pennyroyal if you don’t. I just thought you should know.”
Uncertainty clouds my thoughts, and I lower back down, pulling the sheets over my body as I stare at his profile lit by starlight. The hard line of his stubbled jaw, the strong bridge of his nose, up to his dark full lashes. And those undeniably soft lips.
Before I can do a second stupid thing tonight, I turn away from him.
And sleep.
CHAPTER 35
SECRETS AND SHAME
Darian’s face is the first thing I see when I wake, his eyes still closed and breath slow as he slumbers. I glance down to the rest of him underneath the sheets. Still naked.
A knock sounds at the door and all my blood drains from my face at the same time Darian’s eyes flash open. I scramble off the bed, frantically pulling on a shirt and pants. Then gloves onto my hands. I flatten my hair on the sides of my head as the knock sounds again.
With a quick inhale and swallow, I inch the door open, positioning my body in the gap so no wandering eyes can glimpse a naked Darian sprawled out on my bed.
“Sethan is requesting you this morning for—” Melaina pauses, eyeing me up and down suspiciously. Her nose wrinkles. “You…umm…”
“Yes, we’ll be there shortly.” I slam the door quickly before she can finish, and before I give myself away by the rapid blush of my cheeks. I flinch as soon as the door is closed, mentally noting I’ll need to apologize for that later.
Darian snickers from the bed, propped up on his elbow with his hair a stupid mess of brown. His other hand rests on histhigh, where the sheets just barely,barelycover everything I shouldn’t be looking at. “You know, most women I’ve been with flaunted the fact they spent a night with the prince. And now you’ve spenttwo.”
I snag his clothes off the ground where we discarded them the night before and chuck them in his direction.
He continues, not reaching to clothe himself, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire town heard how loud you screamed last night. I’m surprised they didn’t come check in on you. They could have thought you were dying.”
Gods, I’m dying right now from embarrassment, a new heat rushing to my face. I avoid his eye contact, braiding my hair back out of my face and adjusting my clothes before pulling on my socks and boots.
“Last night was a mistake.” I glance over at him. “We’ll pretend it never happened.”
He gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in over-exaggeration and falls to the mattress with a smug grin. “How she wounds me so.”
He rips the sheet off and I look away, before remembering I’d unlocked his shackles and tossed the key on the bed.
Shit.He didn’t…he wouldn’t have grabbed it. Right?
I can’t figure out a way to ask or search without making it obvious—staring at him while he’s naked leans a tad too intimate. Besides…I don’t need to tempt myself. I already proved last night my own self-restraint is much weaker than I hoped.
Thankfully, he dresses himself quickly, slips his manacles back on, and stalks toward me before stopping a step away. “Here. You’ll probably want this.” He grabs my hand, opens my palm, and places the key there.
I don’t have time to mask my shock, our eyes locking for a split second before he brushes past me for the door.
