Page 79 of Happily Ever Crowned (Underworld Royals 1)

And Adrik could absorb enough to fight him off.

Together.

Together we could do this.

But first… first I needed to embrace the chemistry thriving between us. The lethal heat swirling in the air. The predator lurking in the shadows. I wanted it all. I wanted him, and I said as much again, as I led him backward toward the bed.

He didn’t crawl; he stood.

And he didn’t run; he walked.

Slowly.

His fingers deftly removing his jacket and allowing it to fall to the floor before working over the buttons of his shirt. His mouth moved. Words I didn’t care to understand.

“Now, Adrik,” I said, cutting him off.

Primal instinct had taken over.

This wasn’t the land of conversation anymore. Not verbal communication, anyway.

No. I let my body speak for me. I lay on the bed, spreading my legs, showing him how much I desired him. Watched as his pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring at the scent of my need.

His dress shirt fell.

His abdomen rippling as he unfastened his pants.

Mmm, I wanted this. So, so badly. I dipped my hand between my thighs, eliciting a feral growl from the male in the room. This wasn’t normal. This intrinsic need. But I no longer cared to think. I wanted to feel, to fuck, to fly.

“Adrik,” I groaned, my finger disappearing into my wet channel the way I wished his cock would.

He kicked off his pants and his shoes, leaving him just the way I wanted him—naked. Primed. Ready. Hard.

“Valora.” My name was a rumble in his chest, a warning of sorts.

I responded to it with a command. “Fuck me, Adrik.”

The animalistic sound from his throat had me moaning in need, my thighs clenching, my finger working, only to be torn from my body and replaced with the instrument I craved more. So thick. So perfect. So mine.

Adrik slid inside me in a quick thrust, his palm wrapping around my throat, his hips settling between mine. He didn’t wait for me to accommodate, didn’t ask how I wanted it; he just moved.

And oh, it was perfect.

Almost savage.

A coupling between beasts being driven by the need to mate, our souls taking over and driving us into the stars, where our destinies intertwined.

This was fate personified.

A prophecy coming to life.

The future unfolding in the bed of a queen.

My breaths came in pants, my heart racing against my chest, as Adrik fucked me into oblivion and back. Neither of us caring who heard. Neither of us thinking. Just feeling. Experiencing. Being.

My toes curled, my legs tightening, my core thundering.

It hurt so beautifully that tears streamed from my eyes, Adrik’s tongue licking them as he continued to move. Skin slapped skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. Groans and growls flooded the room.

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