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Then he takes my hand and guides it back between his legs.

My mouth drops open. The spark in his eyes says he’s pleased about managing to shock me. I have to kiss him again, quick and firm, my hand lingering between his thighs.

I pull back and shake my head. “Not here.”

His eyes dart to my crotch. There’s no hiding how turned on I am. I got him off twice — my ego’s the size of a planet right now, if I’m honest, and so is my erection.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I rasp. “Trust me. I’m a big boy — I can be patient.”

I pat the inside of his thigh. There’s one royal treatment I can give him, and that’s to show him exactly how good it gets. But I’m gonna do it in a proper bed.

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LYSANDER

Ishould take my leave like a prince and make excuses to Syril and King Thurgraen in person. Instead, I let Ezra sneak me out the back.

My whole body buzzes. He touched me there.Lickedme there, put his tongue inside me, and he wants to put more than a tongue in me.

I’m burning for it.

The trip back to The Sanctum is a blur. I hold my breath the whole way. I can’t stop staring at him, and his eyes meet mine at least a dozen times across the front seat of his truck, dark and burning. My hunger must be stamped across my face.

I’m not afraid or ashamed — I’m eager. And Ezra’s sharp breath when I finally close the door to my room behind us lights an inferno. He wants it as much as I do.

I lock the door and he swoops down on me, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

“You look so corruptible in this.” His hand slides up my robe. The need in his eyes makes me feel powerful.

He drops to his knees, lifting the hem of my robe so he can unbutton my pants and slide them down. His lips land gently on my still-tender flesh and I shiver.

I grasp my robe and shirt and pull them both over my head, leaving me almost nude. The press of his mouth is scorching. I want it back where it was — on my tingling hole. But more than that, I want what he promised.

“Take me to the bed,” I order, injecting my voice with command.

Ezra kisses my hip. “Anything Your Highness desires.”

My feet leave the ground. I yelp, and Ezra’s deep chuckle fills the room. He sets me on the bed and whisks my clothes and shoes away, baring me to the cool air. I fumble at the only thing I can reach, the buttons of his suit.

“I want to feel you.”

Usually what we do feels like playful, gentle exploration — at least to start. This time, the anticipation of what’s coming sharpens every sense to a blade. My desire burns white hot. I have to touch him. I need his skin on mine.

I open his vest and flick his shirt off his broad shoulders. His eyelashes dip tenderly when I lean up and press my mouth to his chest, letting my tongue wander over the mound of his pectoral. His powerful muscle flexes under my touch.

“My nipples are sensitive,” he says roughly, brushing one with his finger. The dark skin tightens into a point.

I take the hint and lick hungrily. Salt makes my mouth water, reminding me of how euphoric it is to take him in my mouth and feel him burst over my tongue. What will it be like to feel him moving deep inside me? In my excitement my teeth close over his flesh, and he groans.

“Yeah, bite me.”

I bite him again, leaving a red mark on his skin. Pleased, I make another. And another. He pulls away suddenly, sinking back to the bed. He peels off his shirt and jacket at the same time, dropping them over the side of the bed, then opens his pants. I sit up.

He shoves his pants down, revealing his cock pointing straight up, dark pink and glistening with need. My nostrils flare. The smell of him makes me shudder.

As he bends over to release the rest of his clothes to the floor, I catch a glimpse of the dark place between his cheeks, and my face heats. What ifIwas the one who…?