Page 68 of Reckless Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 8)

Curling over me, he brushes his lips against mine in the sweetest of kisses as the rest of his body does filthy things to me.

“This wasn’t meant to happen. I wasn’t meant to fall this fucking hard,” he confesses against my lips. “You weren’t meant to be so fucking perfect that I’m convinced you were made for me. Made to save me. To pull me out of the darkness and allow me to see the light again.”

Tears prickle at the backs of my eyes as he stares into them.

“That first night, you were so much more than I ever could have expected. I knew then that I was in trouble, but I was so fucking blinded by my need for revenge that I refused to see it, to feel it. But even before we’d stepped into Hades, you had my heart in a death grip and you had no idea.”

“Stop,” I beg, my heart barely able to listen to the honesty in his tone.

There’s a part of me that still wants to cling onto the hate, the anger, the darkness. In some ways, it’s easier because I’m in control of the hate, of pushing him away. But being drawn back in… it’s fucking terrifying, because I know how much it could hurt if I’m wrong again.

“I can’t. I need you to know the truth. I lo—”

“No,” I cry, pressing my hand over his mouth in panic. “No. Not now. Not yet. There’s so much more we need to work through than one hot fuck to get past this. I’m not ready. Please.”

He nods once, and I lower my hand to his shoulder once more.

“Fine. I’ll just have to show you instead.”

His hips roll again and I cry out as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Come for me, Demon. Let me watch you fall.”

His hand skims down my stomach before he pinches my clit and I go off like a fucking rocket, my nails clawing at his back in the hope of making him fall with me.

I hate the thought of him punishing himself over all this. He’s already suffered so much.

“Toby, please. I need to feel you inside me,” I moan, riding out the end of my release.

He thrusts forward, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Pretty sure that’s exactly where I am, baby.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” I say, my voice already sounding raspy.

“Just let me have this.”

He pulls out and flips me before I give him an answer, and my shriek of shock quickly follows the loud slap of his hand against my arse cheek.

“Fuck,” I pant when he does it again before soothing the burn with a gentle touch that makes my skin break out in goosebumps.

He finds my entrance again, teasing me with what I really want more of.

“A bit of pain gets you so fucking wet for me, Demon,” he groans as if he’s hurting—which he probably is, seeing as he’s refusing himself any pleasure.