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“Shit,” he gasped, breaking the kiss. He winced and stopped his descent. “I forgot how big you were.”
I smirked. Not because he was in pain, but because I was sure the other guys he’d fucked lately couldn’t hold a candle to me.
I rubbed his back. “Go at your own pace.”
“Stop smiling, you arrogant ass.”
My chuckle turned into a moan as he took me further into his body. I stared up at him as he rode me, admiring every inch of him. No one could hold a candle to him, either. They never had.
Royal moved slowly, getting used to my size, before gradually picking up his pace.
I gripped his sides, following his movements and the rolls of his body. His cock bounced against my abdomen as he fucked me harder. Faster. There was no love between us now. Just a raw need to fuck and be fucked.
I reached for his face so I could pull him down for another kiss, but he moved his head aside, denying me. Something in my chest broke. But although my heart ached, my body soared. Royal’s tight heat was snug around my cock, and with each vigorous movement of his body, I felt my orgasm building.
His smooth chest was too tempting, and I leaned forward to kiss his collarbone, wrapping my arms tighter around him. Having Royal in my arms, being inside of him again after eight long years, I finally felt whole again.
Royal planted one hand on my chest and pushed me away from him, as if he’d felt the emotion welling inside me and wanted to shove it as far away as he could. He rode me hard and rough, not even trying to prolong it.
When I felt his muscles tighten, I reached between us and began pumping his cock.
“God.” Royal panted, and his movements became sporadic.
He cried out as he came, and his cock shot a stream of white across my chest. As he moaned through his release, I glanced up at him, my eyelids heavy. His ass clenched around me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My sac tightened and my cock pulsed before I spilled into the condom.
The waves of my release were just starting to die down when Royal got off me, wasting no time putting distance between us.
Out of breath, my mind fogged, I watched him roll to his back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I felt cold, both inside and out.
After taking off the condom, I threw it away in the bathroom trash before getting back in bed. I pulled him to my chest, holding him like I knew he liked after sex. Hell, I liked it too, even if I’d never said so. I’d never been able to get Royal close enough to me. Even while buried balls deep in him, I wanted to be closer.
That hadn’t changed.
“I’m tired, Grayson,” Royal said flatly. “I’d like to be alone.”
The coldness coiling in my gut grew.
“So, you fuck me, and now you’re kicking me out?”
“Please just go,” he said, turning away from me.
Reluctantly, I pulled away. My arms already missed him. I put on a mask of indifference, when really, I was hurting on the inside.
“Take care of yourself, Royal.”
“Same to you.”
I got out of bed and put on my clothes. Once dressed, I hesitated in front of him, not wanting to leave. The dark images in my mind had finally stopped haunting me, and I wasn’t ready to go back to my quiet house where they’d find me again.
“Good night,” I said.
Royal nodded. I could tell he wanted to say something. But he didn’t.
Though it was damn hard, I turned and left the room. He didn’t follow me. And damn it all, part of me had expected him to. I opened the front door and flicked the bottom lock before going outside. After checking the door to make sure it was indeed locked—because the serial killer had me ten kinds of paranoid—I got into my car and drove home.
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Agent Phoenix Stone and his team were already at the station when I arrived that morning. Talk about being punctual.
