Page 154 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

He slams into me at a whole new angle, grunting into my neck. He jerks forward, burying himself all the way inside me, and comes with a hiss of breath.

We stand like that for a long moment. Eyes closed.

I’m so tired I can barely move.

He pulls out and takes off the condom.

Slowly, I sink to my knees.

Caleb returns and comes over to me, lifting me up easily. “A nap, then maybe we’ll try this again,” he says.

“Great,” I mumble. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”

He tucks us into bed and turns off the light. We’re still naked—a fact he takes advantage of with his wandering hand. I press closer to him, raising my head.

“Kiss me,” I say.

He places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s exactly what I need.

I exhale, wrapping my arms around him, and within seconds, I’m out.

34

Our alarm goes off at six-thirty.

Caleb rolls over me, smacking the ‘off’ button, and blinks down at me.

He’s adorable when he’s sleepy.

I don’t dare tell him that, but I take a mental snapshot and file it away.

And then he shifts, and his erection brushes my leg. I stare at him, spreading my legs. It’s too early for chitchat, but it isn’t too early for this.

He looks over at the nightstand. I don’t know why he does—we both already know there aren’t any condoms left.

We woke up after a short nap and had sex. Then again a little while later. That time, he stayed inside me until he got hard, and the whole thing repeated. We didn’t sleep for long. I went down on him, but that… that turned into him fucking my mouth.

I didn’t think almost choking on his dick would be hot, but it was.

“Just pull out,” I whisper.

He hesitates a split second, his gaze darting around my face, then plunges into me.

We both groan.

It’s quick and dirty. He flicks my clit until I fall apart, then pounds into me with fervor. He stills for a split second, then jerks back and comes on my stomach.

I reach down and stroke him, eliciting a groan from him. His cum is hot liquid on my skin, and it’s smeared between us as he drops down on top of me.

“You felt fucking amazing,” he whispers. He kisses the hell out of me, his tongue invading my mouth.

We kiss until a pounding at the door interrupts us.

He scowls in that direction. To me, he says, “Get dressed.”

He tugs on a pair of shorts and closes the door behind him.

I pause for a second, then rush for my clothes. Underwear, leggings, sports bra, t-shirt. It’s all on in a matter of seconds, and I make sure my hair isn’t crazy before I step out. The strands of pearls were yanked out sometime during our second fuck. I twist my hair up into a high bun, frowning at my reflection.

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