Page 57 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

“Hmm,” he mumbles, kissing across my shoulder. “It was a pretty fucking fantastic night.”

I can’t exactly argue, but I also know that the second I move properly, I’m going to be feeling it.

I can say with certainty that I’ve never been fucked before quite like I was last night.

Wrapping his hand around my thigh, he opens me up for him, teasing me with the head of his cock.

“And you think I’m horny. You’re dripping for me, babe.”

“I never said anything about not wanting it, Cirillo.”

My body locks up when he slowly pushes inside me.

“Shit, are you okay?”

I wait a beat, letting the ache subside. “Yeah, just a little tender.”

“I know I should probably be sorry, but I’m not. I can’t tell you how fucking good it makes me feel, knowing that I made you sore like that.” He cups my pussy as his lips continue to kiss my bare shoulder. “Mine. All fucking mine.”

“Theo,” I moan when he slowly rocks into me.

It’s so slow, so gentle that it makes all the emotions I’m trying to keep at bay rush to the surface.

Suddenly he stops and lifts his lips from me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, my heart slamming against my ribs.

You’re just paranoid, Emmie. He has no idea what’s going to happen.

“Nothing,” I whisper, doing a really shitty job of covering everything up.

“Bullshit.”

Before I have a chance to argue, he pulls out of me and spins me so I’m facing him.

“Hellcat?” he asks softly, nudging the tip of his nose against mine.

A sob erupts without permission, and I curse myself for not being stronger, for not playing the part I should be playing right now.

Hooking my leg around his waist, I tug him closer once more, needing that connection with him.

Right now, it’s the only thing that seems to make sense, in the most fucking confusing way possible.

“Babe?” he asks when all I do is grind on him while I’m fighting to keep my tears in.

“Please, Theo. I just need—” My exhale when he pushes back inside me cuts off my words.

Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me right up to his body and claims my lips.

None of his soft actions help me keep my shit together, and after only a couple of gentle rocks of his hips, my tears are soaking into the pillow beneath me. Thank fuck he doesn’t stop kissing me so he can’t see me shattering to a million pieces in his arms.

His kiss is all-consuming, and the slow, teasing thrusts of his hips makes my release crest faster than I thought it would.

“Come for me, Em. Let me make you feel good,” he says into our kiss, never removing his lips from mine.

When I come, it’s gentler than what I’m used to having with him, the waves come slower, but fuck, it’s no less powerful, and it makes my eyes leak faster.

“Fuck, you feel so good, babe. I could stay like this forever.”