Page 37 of Endangering the King

I never wanted this to end.

He whispered into my ear, “I fuckin’ hope I knocked you up.”

Panting and completely out of breath, I said, “Me too, honey.” My limbs squeezed his body until we both came back down to Earth.

My fingers played in his hair, now more than damp from his exertions. I felt almost euphoric—laying here, still connected to him in the most intimate way possible. We stayed like that for a long time.

Kissing.

Whispering.

Loving.

Until he finally pulled out of me and helped me get dressed.

Once we ended up back at Carlo’s castle again, everyone was already asleep. Or at least in bed. He and I showered and tried to be as quiet as possible, so we didn’t wake Stefan. I slipped into the middle of the bed and Carlo followed.

A few minutes later, I heard his breathing level out.

Then I felt a warm hand slide across my thigh. “Hi,” Stefan’s lazy, sleepy voice made me open my eyes.

I turned onto my side and set my hand on his chest. “Hi.”

Even in the faint moonlight, I could see his sexy grin. “You’re naked.” His hand roamed up my belly and settled on my hip.

I sighed and moved closer to him. “I am,” I whispered quietly so I wouldn’t disturb Carlo’s sleep.

Stefan dragged his fingers over my body, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

He seemed very interested in my hard nipples and spent a long time teasing and playing with them.

Then his mouth found mine, and we made out like that for ages. It was so slow and gentle—but somehow Stefan was able to stir me up to a fever.

His fingers slid through my wetness. “I love your pussy.” His thumb brushed over my clit, and it sent shocks throughout my body. “Yes, honey.” My hand found his rock-hard cock, and I started stroking him.

He thrust himself into my grip as he moaned, “Fuck.” His finger entered me, but it didn’t do much to appease the ache he'd created there.

I slowly rocked my hips while he finger fucked me.

“Stefan,” I muttered after his lips left mine and kissed down to my breast. His hot tongue circled my nipple, and he licked it into his mouth.

My hand wandered behind his head and held him to my chest. I let my eyes flutter closed and allowed the wonderful sensations to flow through my body.

Eventually, I rolled onto my back and gave Stefan more access to my chest. He took immediate and full advantage, licking and sucking and playing—driving me fully crazy with his mouth.

And his fingers.

He added another finger and increased his speed, fucking me steadily between my legs.

“Stefan, I need you. I’m so achy,” I whimpered and spread my legs more for him.

Just as he crawled between my legs—a loud booming voice shot out beside us, “Stop!”

It was Carlo.

And boy, did we stop.

It was like he dumped a bucket of ice right over us.

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