Page 188 of Filthy Royal

Then he stilled.

“Damien, please.”

He chuckled low. “I fucking love it when you beg me, Omega.”

Before she had time to protest, one huge palm covered her belly, and he pulled her from the wall, his weight bearing down on her until she knelt on all fours in the dirt, his body curled over hers.

“I’ve got darkness too, Omega. So fucking much.” One hand wrapped around her throat while the other gripped her hips and held her in place. “You’re the only thing keeping it at bay.”

He started up again, holding her immobile while he drove inside, his pace slower than before but no less deliberate.

His shaft grew larger with each thrust, the ridges of his cock rubbing over her swollen tissue just right as his knot swelled, bringing that exquisite rush of pleasure-pain.

While all she could do was take it.

It was beyond hot.

His hand left her hip to run along the links of her taming chain, and she screamed as the vibrations struck, amplifying her pleasure a thousand-fold.

A hand clamped over her mouth. “Just for me, baby. Those sounds are always just for me.”

She moaned against his palm. Trembled beneath him. Powerless to do anything but submit as he rode her hard.

“Do you want to know how to keep me safe? Do you want to know how to take care of me?” He rutted her harder. “Never fucking leave me. It’s that simple, Scarlett.”

She sobbed against his hand.

“I don’t know how to claw you out of my soul. I wouldn’t know where to begin. I wouldn’t even want to.” His hand slipped beneath her thighs to work her clit again. “I don’t care about the pain. The risk. The darkness. It’s part of you, and I’ve experienced life without you, Omega.” He leaned over, his warm body blanketing her, his hips driving deeper as his lips moved against her ear and his filthy fingers pinched her clit. “The truth is, Scarlett, I’ll take you any way I can.”

She came apart, pleasure ripping through her.

She’d thought what happened with those guards had carved a chasm so deep and dark inside her soul that it would never heal, but Damien had proved her wrong. His words, his touch, his care shattering her and then patching her back together, filling the rupture with beauty and light and love.

Her gift wasn’t gone. Its dark imprint still remained. But maybe it didn’t have to be her destruction. Maybe Damien was right. Maybe together, they could handle it and grow stronger than before.

“Tell me,” he growled, fucking her harder. Fucking her through every beautiful shimmer of pleasure radiating through her as her climax went on and on and on. “Give me the words I need.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered; her throat, her chest, her heart so full it was almost impossible to speak. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, and this is us.” She pushed back into him, lifting her hips to meet every hard stroke, relishing the cool mud beneath her hands and knees, the fingerprints of her Alpha on her skin.

“Fuck, yes.” He gripped her hips, pounding harder. Faster.

“And I’ll fight with everything I have to stay right here with you.”

Grunting, calling her name, he toppled over the edge, his cum flooding inside her, his hips drilling deep until his knot swelled so big it locked them together, and all he could do was rock against her.

They were still both breathing hard when he rolled onto his knees and dragged her back with him so that she ended up in his lap, her spine against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside, his strong arms wrapped tight around her. There was mud everywhere. All over her. On him.

She couldn’t have cared less. It matched the darkness inside her—and for once, thanks to Damien, she felt like owning it.

“Give me that sweet mouth, wild thing.” His fingers threaded through her hair.

Eager, she tilted her chin up and back and gave him everything, just as he did her.

When they broke apart, he kept her where she was, his gaze locked with hers as he commanded, “We’ll find a way to deal with everything. Together.”

A memory of the guards’ screams and the gaping chasm flickered through her mind. But now, so did Damien’s recent words, the recollection of his fingertips marking her skin.

“Together.” She pressed her lips to his.

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