Page 171 of Filthy Royal

“Yes, Damien.” She was panting so hard it was difficult to get the words out. “For you. Only for you.”

“That’s right. Mine.”

“Please!”

“That’s exactly what a good girl says.” His thumb grazed her clit. “Then she gets her reward.”

Damien ran his thumb slowly over the swollen nub in light, teasing circles.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Another rough command. “I want you to see exactly what you do to me.”

She hadn’t even realized her eyelids had fluttered shut.

Forcing them open, she took him in. His hand was still between her thighs, his thumb working her at a leisurely pace, his gaze locked on what he was doing, but he’d risen to his knees, and now… now his other hand fisted his cock, tugged hard. Once, twice.

It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “Damien.”

“My Scarlett.” Ropey white cum erupted from his shaft, splashing onto her belly and between her spread thighs. Marking her. Just as she’d marked him.

It was beyond erotic. It was absolutely filthy—and perfect.

Then, before she could tell him so, he wedged himself between her legs and dove in to devour her with his tongue.

She screamed his name. Already so close to the edge, she came after only a few swipes of his tongue. Her pussy fluttered as her body soared.

Behind her eyelids, colors flashed.

But he wasn’t done.

Her body thrashed as he worked his tongue faster against her clit, demanding more.

Pleasure radiated through every molecule.

She could swear that she felt his fingers dragging through the wetness across her belly and down, pushing inside her, filling her, as if he were deliberately stuffing his cum inside her pussy. But then his tongue lashed her clit, and she lost sight of everything but how good he made her feel.

Scarlett screamed, hips rocking as he held her down and she soared. Higher. Longer.

Such beauty. Such peace.

She wanted so badly for it to last forever, for every beautiful vow he’d uttered to be true. For this to be their new beginning. She didn’t even care about the darkness. She’d find a way to keep it in check.

In fact, whenever he touched her, it seemed to settle. So he needed to be sure to keep doing that. A lot.

There had to be a way to make this work.

“Hello?” A now-familiar voice echoed from the other room, killing the idyllic sex-frenzied-grotto vibe.

Damien bit back a curse, his dark head popping up from between her thighs as the kid she now knew was Maddox continued talking from next door.

“Anya told me this would happen between you and the omega again,” the kid grouched. “But I said never in a million planetary rotations. So, thanks. Now I owe her fifty universal chits.”

Damien’s grip on her thighs tightened as the heat of a thousand suns climbed up Scarlett’s chest and cheeks.

“Oh, and before you go all rut-mad on me again, big brother,” Maddox shouted, “I have my taser charged and ready. So don’t even think—”

There was a scuffle.

A female’s voice broke the silence. “What the kid means to say is we’re sorry to interrupt, but we have to go. Somebody had the smart idea of scanning the city for unusual seismic activity, and they traced it here. Darvish’s guards are on their way. So, as happy as we are that you’re finally getting some, big brother, we need to cut out before I have to save your asses again.”

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