Page 56 of Happily Ever Bitten (Underworld Royals 2)

“As you wish,” I murmured, continuing my sensual path to the trimmed curls between her thighs. I shifted to remove her pants, leaving her naked on top of the sheets. “Such a gorgeous view,” I told her as I resettled between her thighs. “I could stay here all night.”

“You’d better not,” she replied. “I expect mo—ohhhh…”

I chuckled against her clit before sucking it into my mouth and laving her with my tongue. She squirmed, her fingers fisting the silky fabric beside her hips, and a delicious sound left her throat. I hummed in approval, propelling her toward a cliff of no return.

She was so fucking ready.

So wet.

So beautiful.

I meant what I said about lying here all night. I could feast on this woman for eternity. From the mewls she was making in response, she might not mind.

But I knew what she truly desired.

I slid two fingers inside her, noting her tightness, and used my mouth and touch to prepare her for me.

One of her hands went to the back of my head to grip my hair in her tight fist as she rode my face with reckless abandon.

I’d told her to set the pace, and she was finally following my command. It just took a little coaxing.

Her lips parted on a pant, her cheeks flushing with pleasure as she took her pleasure from my tongue. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes.”

I fought a grin and focused on the task of sending her to the stars, just like she requested.

Her pussy clamped down around me seconds before she exploded, her body trembling deliciously before my eyes. This was so much better than a dream. The taste of her was real. Her cries were real. My name on her tongue was fucking real.

And it made me harder than I’d ever been.

I yanked off my pants and climbed over her. She vibrated in approval, incoherent words falling from her lips as I captured her mouth with my own. I wanted her to taste what I’d done to her. To experience the ambrosia of her climax coating my tongue.

She accepted my kiss in kind, her greedy throat working to swallow her own juices mingled with my taste.

It was so fucking hot.

She’d lost herself completely to the moment, her legs winding around my waist and urging me forward.

I didn’t deny her, instead driving myself into her on a single thrust that stole both our breaths. Her mind flickered, an image of her past threatening to overcome us both, but I forced her into the present by caressing her thoughts with my own.

I allowed her to hear my hunger. To feel my need to claim her. I sent memories of endless nights in my own bed with my fist pumping around my cock to thoughts of only her.

I’d wanted this woman for so long, had denied myself so many times, and I wanted her to experience that pain with me. As well as the joy of finally being inside her, finally claiming the female I’d desired for far too long.

All those fucking rules.

My determination to ascend.

The agony of reluctantly following my fate.

I gave it all to her. And she responded by showing me her own pain, her suffering, her moments of doubt, her sadness at wanting someone she couldn’t have, her perpetual fear that she might lose her mind to the nightmares one day.

Yet I stood beside her each time, yanking her back to reality, grounding her in the present.

Just as she helped me see the light at the end of the tunnel.

My mother wanted me to choose a bride, and the female I should have claimed had been beside me all this time.

There was a reason I stopped messing around. A reason I’d stopped flirting recklessly with other women. A reason I’d chosen celibacy for the last six months.

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