Page 151 of Filthy Royal

A sense of rightness snapped into place.

Especially as vivid, rich colors ranging from deep purple to erotic red flickered across the inside of the cloak, a dazzling light show he’d thought he’d never see again.

More.He mouthed the word against her ear rather than risk growling it aloud.

Scarlett whimpered in protest, trying to close her legs.

That, he would not allow.

He pinched her clit. Used the flat of his palm to deliver a firm tap.

She shuddered, then widened her legs, her hips rolling against his hand.

Good girl.Again, he mouthed the praise against her skin.

More slick coated his palm.

A lot might have changed between them but not this. She still liked how he took charge, and he enjoyed doing it.

“Spread.” Damien issued the whispered command, and she immediately complied, her thighs widening further as his palm settled more firmly against her swollen folds.

He knew he shouldn’t fucking do it. He did it anyway.

Loosening his holster, he shoved down his leathers, grabbed his dick, and guided it between her legs before returning his palm to her mons and trapping her against him once again. “Close ’em. Squeeze me tight, baby.”

She rose onto her tiptoes, her slick making it all too easy for him to seesaw his dick back and forth between the soft silk of her inner thighs. Never entering her cunt. Just down-and-dirty dry humping, though she was so damned wet, and he was leaking so much precum that it was far from dry. But it was definitely filthy. Especially with his hand still clamped tight around her mouth.

So. Fucking. Good.

His head rolled back.

The scent of her surrounded him, his knot swelling each time it drove between her soft thighs.

Fuck if he didn’t love the sheer filthiness of jacking off between her thighs while she had no choice but to take it.

A part of him wanted to ram inside, claim her fully as he knotted and rutted and marked her with his bite, but there were about a hundred reasons why that was a bad idea right at this moment, and he managed to hold on to just enough sanity to remember that.

Then she grabbed his hips, her nails digging in as she silently demanded that he move faster, and he forgot everything but how good it felt just like this.

Damien pumped his hips, the fat, round head of his cock throbbing as it rubbed against her. His knot swelled, so close to the territory he wanted to claim forever.

Her little breathy hitches only brought him closer to the edge, his fingers working her clit feverishly as he rocked in and out of those thighs.

A slight sound escaped from beneath his palm. He pressed it tighter against her sweet mouth. “Only I get to hear. Only I get to feel you tremble and rock against me. Because I am jealous of everything when it comes to you, Scarlett. Possessive of every shiver, every sound, every whimper of surrender. Hungry for it all. And I refuse to share.” His rumbled words turned into a growl. “Because you were always meant to be mine.”

She came apart, her pussy drenching his fingers, the vivid flash of iridescent colors even more vibrant than before.

Damien followed right behind, overwhelmed and under siege, sucker punched by a level of intense pleasure he’d never known. His jaw locked down tight as his body jerked in rhythm with hers, and his cum spurted from his cock in ropey waves.

It jetted between her legs, marking her thighs and back, his seed laying claim to the only female he’d ever wanted for his own.

And, Goddess help him, before he’d even realized what he was doing; he dragged his fingers through the thick cream and thrust inside her, her channel squeezing tight as he pushed his cum deep. Stuffing a part of him into the wet little hole still contracting around him.

As before, he knew he shouldn’t do it.

He did it anyway.

Branding her from the inside out. Asserting his place. Maybe even breeding her. Because he might not have put his cock in her yet, but some primal piece of him had already staked its claim.

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