Page 164 of Filthy Royal

Growling, he pressed inside, the thick head pushing into her channel.

Her slick and the wetness on his cock eased the way, but he was huge. Her body forced to stretch wide.

She was in awe of how careful he was being with her. She could see the corded lines of his neck standing out in strain and hear the rough, primal rasp of his breath. And she knew he wanted to ram inside. He was an Alpha in his prime, and he’d waited for her for four long planetary rotations. Even now, he was holding himself back. For her.

But she wanted to give him everything.

Scarlett bore down.

His tip popped all the way in.

She mewled.

“Fuck!” He shuddered, his nostrils flaring, hands gripping her ass tighter, his words coming out in rough grunts. “Knew it would be amazing. Had no idea it would be life changing.”

She pressed her nose into the strong column of his neck, the sweetest of pleasures mixed with a sharp sting, proving she was alive—and that this was no dream. Only the loveliest of wishes come true. “More.”

Damien worked himself deeper. “No place better than your pussy, Scarlett. No place feels tighter or wetter or more like coming home.”

She cried out against his skin as the need inside her spiraled upward. The fullness of him, the beauty of their connection, making her wild.

“All the way.” She breathed against him. “Claim me.” She swiveled her hips and bit down gently on his neck. “No more waiting.”

He broke. With a roar, he seated himself to the root.

She screamed, not in pain, but in pure, white-hot bliss.

Her head fell back, her spine arching as he filled her completely. Coming home.

“Scarlett, baby?” Voice rough, Damien went still inside her. “You okay?”

She was omega, and she was made to take him. This Alpha. This extraordinary male. Always and forever. And she loved the feel of him seated deep.

“Better than okay.” She ground her hips against the root of him, the lust inside her building. “Fuck me, Damien.” Her own command.

Another roar ripped from him. “My wild thing.” Hips punching, he surged upward.

Then there was only the raw need, the slap of skin and the clash of lips, and the churning of the water as he bounced her on his cock, and everything inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Black, jagged shadows and vivid splashes of red, pink, and purple flashed across the walls as she purred and moaned his name.

“Eyes on me.” Feet planted far apart, his strength on full display, he worked her up and down. “Eyes on me as you come for me, baby.”

Yes. Yes.Her gaze locked with his. That was what she needed. His eyes. His face. The sense of safety, of connection, that only he could give as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge, and for once, finally, she didn’t care if she toppled over.

“I got you, beautiful.” He rammed home deeper, harder, his knot swelling with every pump, forcing her channel wider, pleasure and pain mingling in the sweetest of ways. “Come for me, wild thing. Now.”

Damien shifted his hold, his fangs sinking into her skin as his new angle hit her clit just right, and primed as she was, she hurled over the precipice.

She came apart. Colors and shadows burst behind her eyelids as pleasure radiated from the top of her head to her toes and he grunted and filled her, her climax triggering his own.

Warm liquid flooded her pussy, marking her from the inside out as his knot expanded fully, locking them together. Bound together by sweat, saliva, cum, and hope.

They soared as one. Shattered and rebuilt. As one.

This is where you and I begin again.

Always and forever.

More than anything, she wanted it to be real.

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