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A thrill lances up my spine, my body wrapped around him, the weight of him over me so foreign and exciting… I want more.

Alec moves slowly, and the delicious fire is back as he draws himself out only to push even deeper.

“Fuck.” He cups my face, his fingers hard at the nape of my neck as he kisses me slowly, so delicately that I melt, the sensations powerful and new. Our bodies fused in more ways than one, and the friction of skin on skin sparks a fire in my gut. A wave of pleasure rolls through me, cresting higher and higher with each movement, unstoppable.

“Alec!” It’s too much, and the throbbing sensation becomes a savage clench. “Yes! Don’t stop.”

Alec continues to thrust, one hand fastened over my mouth to muffle my screams as he kisses my neck softly. “Jesus, you’re so hot when you come.”

Blood pounds at my temples, the ecstasy coursing through my veins as I catch my breath. “Your turn, then.”

A wide smile illuminates his face. “Aw… Lucky, I’m not done with you yet. We’re not vampires for nothing. Unless you want to stop—”

“No!” I raise a brow. “What do you have in mind?”

“We’re made for two things: violence and sex. Get on your knees, princess. I’m going to make you come in all the positions my dirty mind can think of, and trust me, that’s a lot.”

Lust blazes through my belly as I obey. By Nyx, I want him to teach me everything there is to know about sex and then some. I want him to use and defile my body until I’m not sure who I am anymore. “We only have tonight… We might as well make the best of it.”

He nods, and the affirmation spurs us on even more, the rarity of a night like this not lost on us both.

Alec enters me from behind, our bodies perfectly made for all the wicked angles he has in mind, the orgasms coming quicker than they did at first as though Alec activated some type of secret mechanism inside me.

The rhythm increases, and he presses his forehead to my shoulder blade with a grunt. I twist around to face him again and wrap my thighs around his waist as I pull him back into me, eager to see his face as the pleasure rips through him. He looks so dark and focussed, his hips snapping into me with powerful thrusts, his abs straining at the effort. I drink in the sight of him as he stiffens on top of me and reaches his climax, his body melting on top of mine after a few seconds. “Oh... Princess. You’ve ruined me for all other women.”

Other women…I nick his neck, staking my claim, before melting into his embrace. He’s probably said that exact phrase to a million girls. This was a pity thing, after all, but I shake the ugly thought out of my head. Who cares why the handsome, royal assassin fucked my brains out. The important thing is that he did.

That I wanted him to do it.

That it was my choice.

Still… I’m taken by surprise at his tenderness, and how good his arms feel wrapped around me. “Stay.”

He shifts me in his arms to stare into my eyes. “If I’m caught in your bed, they’ll kill me.”

“I understand.”

My chest heaves in disappointment, but he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “No, I’ll stay. I just had to hear myself say it out loud.”

He strokes my arms up and down, the caress so sweet and intimate that my heart flips, and my stupid brain starts to plot impossible ways to keep him with me here, instead of saying goodbye. The different scenarios would probably end with him dead, but I can’t help myself. I want him to stay.

And a tiny, intrusive voice in my head starts to contemplate Sebastian’s suggestion. It’s too late now for a public fuck, as he recommended, not without dire consequences, but I let myself wonder, for the first time, what would happen if I were to stand on that altar tomorrow, and say no.

Chapter 25

Jealous

ALEC

I’m in deep, deep shit. I thought I’d been in deep shit before, but this shit is worse. This is the shittiest shit of all.

I fucked Arielle Delacroix… and loved every second of it. My already big ego is bursting at the seams at the thought that I was the first inside her. The only. God, my dick throbs just thinking about it.

She stirs in my arms, and I slide a hand down her back to her perfect ass. With a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck, I rub down the length of her spine, caressing the flesh of her ass to her thighs and back a few times, until she gives me a high, needy whine. “You make a maddeningly nice big spoon.”

“You want one last taste, Lucky?”

“Yes.”

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