Page 117 of Wild Fury (Fallen Royals 6)

I dip my hand under my panties and touch myself, nodding at him. He’s beautiful. He’s more muscular than I remember, his abs standing out even in the dim lighting. He sheds his boxers, and then… well.

He’s hard already. It points straight at me, and now I do feel the first tendril of anticipation—although it tastes a lot like fear.

I climb off the bed and go to meet him. Our lips clash. We’re hungry for each other. He nips my lower lip. The sharp taste of blood lands on my tongue, and I automatically stiffen. This will put an end to us. His memories will come roaring back, and he’ll…

He does stop, leaning back slightly and swiping his thumb over my lip. A wordless question, but no horror.

“I want everything,” I say.

Theo removes my bralette, then kneels in front of me. He hooks his thumbs in my panties and drags them down. Carefully, he places a kiss to my abdomen.

I go still.

He guides me back, his hands on my hips, until I hit the bed. I sit heavily, and he parts my knees. He’s right there, staring up at me like this is my last chance to escape. I don’t look away.

And then his mouth is on me, and oh my god, it’s better than I could’ve imagined. His tongue works my clit, sucking and nipping my flesh, until I think I might explode. It doesn’t take a lot to get me there—I’m stimulated on his presence alone, it seems.

“Theo, oh god.” I arch backward, squeezing my eyes shut. An orgasm rattles through me. I can’t move for a moment, the bliss crashing around my body.

“That’s the one I owed you,” he says.

I choke on my laugh. “From two years ago?”

He hauls me back into a sitting position. “You okay?”

“I want to feel you,” I say shyly. My pussy pulses.

He hesitates, looking around, but I put a stop to it.

“I want to feel you.” I raise my arm, letting him feel the birth control implanted under my skin. “It’s okay.”

His eyes heat. Hell, I’m already on fire, but I let out a shriek when he grabs me and rises, putting my back to the wall. I automatically wrap my legs around his hips, and his erection nudges at my entrance. He’s already right there.

I’m slick from coming, but…

“I’ll go slow.” He watches me. “Lux. I’m not kidding when I say I’ve dreamt of this moment. A lot.”

I nod. “I’m not afraid of a little pain.”

He claims my lips again. It’s different. Always different, always shifting. I don’t mind it. He shows me his aggression, his teeth tugging at my lower lip. His tongue claims my mouth, and I fight right back.

He shifts his hips forward, pushing into me. I gasp against his lips, holding on to his shoulders. The pain is sharp, at the center of my mind. It’s all I can focus on, then he presses through it.

And…

“Oh my god,” I whisper.

We’re not kissing anymore. Our lips hover millimeters apart, sharing air. We’re connected—truly, physically.

Finally.

“Are you okay?” he grits out.

I take in his clenched jaw and nod. “Fuck me.”

He pulls out and slams back in, and both of us gasp. I stare into his dark-blue eyes.

“I dreamed about this, too,” I say.

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