Page 142 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

EMMIE

Something warm tickles down my cheek, rousing me from sleep, and I lift my hand to swat it away. But instead, I find my fingers twisted with someone else’s as warmth rushes down my arm.

“Theo,” I breathe happily, still half asleep.

“You need to wake up, Em,” he whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my entire body.

“Or you could just join me. Sleepy sex is the best.”

He chuckles as he tugs on my arm, rolling me onto my back.

“As fucking amazing as that sounds, Hellcat, it’s not why I’m here.”

Confusion makes my eyes finally open, and when they do, they widen at the sight before me.

Oh holy hell, my husband is fine.

My mouth goes instantly dry as I take in his perfectly cut black suit. I swear it’s been damn near sculpted onto his body. I dread to think how much it must have cost. The dark shirt and tie only add to the appeal, and the whole dark lord of death look makes his green eyes sparkle with danger.

“W-what’s going on?” I ask, not missing the split knuckles and dried blood that coats his right hand.

Dropping down to his haunches, he reaches out and cups my face. I flinch at the coolness of his skin, but I don’t move away.

“We found him, Em.”

“Y-you…” I hesitate as my brain tries to catch up with the situation. “You found him. Where?”

“I’ll explain all in a bit. We’re going now. You need to get up.”

I push myself up so I’m sitting and sweep my hair out of my face.

“What time is it?’

“Four am.”

Yep, that makes sense.

“O-okay… u-um…” I stutter, not having a clue what I’m meant to be doing right now.

“Get dressed. I brought you clothes.” He throws the bag on the bed, and I’m too shocked to say anything.

He grasps the bottom of his shirt that I’m wearing and drags it up my body.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, taking in my bare chest and bright red lace knickers.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s got my nipple in his mouth and I’m crying out his name as electric sparks shoot straight to my clit.

“Oh God, Theo.”

Reaching up, he covers my mouth with his hand but doesn’t stop, in fact, he ups the ante by twisting his fingers in the side of my underwear, tugging until they rip and fall from my body.

“What the hell are you— argh,” I mumble against his hand as he runs two fingers through my pussy, dipping them straight inside and stretching me open.

“So wet for me, Hellcat.”

One second I’m standing before him, the next I’m on my back with my thighs spread and his tongue lapping at my clit.

“Holy fucking, yesssss,” I cry, my back arching as pleasure engulfs me. “I-I thought we were going—”