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His eyes flashed with lust as a wicked smile pulled at his mouth.

Nerves stirred in me. I couldn’t believe I said that, but it felt liberating to share what I wanted to do with him. Being with Royce allowed me to think and do as I pleased. There was nothing holding me back. With him, there were no restrictions.

“You read my mind, sex hellion.”He shrugged off the backpack and dropped it on the ground.

I laughed, shoved him against the standing rock wall, and gripped at his waistband. Desperation coursed through me, sending a thrill that fired up my blood. Royce smiled as he watched me unbuckle his belt, dropping his pants to bunch at his boots.

His bulge greeted me through his boxers, wanting to burst free. I swallowed my dry throat. My hand skimmed his muscled thigh. The October air should have made his skin cool to the touch, but it was welcoming and warm.

I palmed him, and he throbbed in my hand, scorching like a furnace. “Ready for your adventure, sex fiend?”

“With you? Always.”

In seconds, his boxers pooled at his boots. He was trapped, and that turned me on.

I gripped his cock and examined its power, my gaze riveted on the glorious force of nature, studying it keenly. He groaned as my fingers traveled along the length. With a quickening breath, his expression strained with need.

Still fully clothed, I dropped to my knees and licked his tip, circling it, before loving his entire length. He crooned, and the sound echoed into the vastness, becoming part of the landscape.

“Oh, fuck. I love your mouth on me.” His raspy voice dripped with sin as he held my head in place. I felt like I was loving a delicious rod that held insatiable power.

Somewhere, a crow cried out as though it read my thoughts and cheered me on.

With his cock in my mouth, I gazed up at him. His lips parted with a gasp, his chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his skin grew hotter. My heart hammered at what I saw in his piercing green eyes—the apparent vulnerability that moved through them like fog rolling over the land.

“You make me feel so much, baby.” He leaned his head back against the rock and released a wild growl that had my mouth and tongue working even faster and harder.

I wanted him to feel all the wonderful sensations so he’d always remember this moment when he brought me to his sacred hideaway.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

ROYCE

The wayher mouth devoured my cock was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed. The rush of heat coursing through me was more powerful than the thrill I felt during skydiving or any of my daring adventures. Nothing compared to this moment.

I’d never been more aroused by a flick of a tongue on my cock, the wicked curve of her lips as she kissed my length, or thesparkle of lust in her eyes. Every facial expression she conveyed while loving me was etched in my mind like lava hardening to rock—solid, real, forever.

She took her claim, and I was a lost man wandering toward a territory I had long promised I didn’t believe in.

Still clothed, she looked irresistible while she sucked me, showing me her undeniable skill. I relaxed my body against the stone slab, which should have been cold to the touch, but wasn’t, not when there was so much heat blazing through me. My vision blurred as I took in the remarkable scenery, imprinting this moment in my head.

A breeze blew by, and her fragrance heightened my senses further. Somehow, I’d slipped to a place between the conscious and unconscious, if that made any sense. The air became sweeter because of her. The wind hummed her a poem, the waterfall drummed her a song, and the fall colors brightened with vividness. I was no fucking poet. I was a man getting head from a virtuoso.

My perspective of everything changed because of her.

Passion pounded me as need tugged at my restraints.

“Angel.” I cupped her face, pulled her up, and kissed her senseless.

Then I shifted her body so her hands braced against the stone wall and her back faced me. She arched, offering her gorgeous ass to me.

I slapped it. “All mine.” Unbuckling her pants, I shoved them down, along with her underwear. My hand cupped her wetness, and I crooned. “You’re dripping for me.”

“Royce, please . . .”

I’d never heard a more beautiful plea and gave her what she wanted. I drove into her like a madman.

She moaned, and the sinful sound stimulated me even more.

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