Page 105 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

Some of our better times—hell, even some of our worst flicker through my mind. How right it felt every single time we connected settles into me and I push my lingering doubts aside.

“Hellion?”

“Yeah,” I say, finding his eyes. “I’m all in.”

Confusion flickers through his eyes for the briefest moment before realization hits and a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.

“I think I like you better with my name on you.”

He laughs at my comment, but his humor is cut short when I wrap my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, my knuckles brushing his hips, making them jump from the bed in need.

Lifting his ass from the bed to help me, I drag the fabric down his legs, pulling one free but abandoning them on the other for him to deal with in favor of wrapping my hand around his solid length.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he barks when I begin stroking him. “Fuck. I was so mad at you for that little stunt earlier,” he groans, his hips bucking in an attempt to make me move faster.

“Oh yeah?” I taunt. “Did you want to punish me for it?”

A growl rips up his throat as my thumb circles his dick, collecting up the bead of precum that’s pooled at the tip.

“Fuck, yeah. I-I— fuuuuck,” he groans when I lick at him, swirling my tongue around like he’s a popsicle. “I just want you safe, baby.”

“I can look after myself,” I say before kissing and sucking down his shaft.

“I know… fuck… I know.” His fingers twist in my hair, holding me against him. Not that I’d be going anywhere. “B-but—argh— two people are better than one.”

“Hmm…” I hum against him, making his length jerk. “They sure are.”

“Fucking— baby,” he cries when I suck him into my mouth, taking him all the way back until he hits my throat. “Fuck.”

With my hand wrapped tightly around his base, I work him in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and grazing his sensitive skin softly with my teeth.

“I’m not gonna last, baby,” he warns, his grip on my hair tightening. “Fuck. If you keep this up, I’m gonna— holy shit.”

Shifting my position slightly, I take him deeper.

My eyes burn and I fight my need to choke around him as I stare into his dark, hungry eyes.

Every single muscle in his body is pulled tight, his ink rippling as they move beneath his skin.

It’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

But I soon realize it’s nothing compared to the moment he finally breaks.

His cock jerks in my mouth, his jaw falls slack, and his eyes harden for a beat as the pleasure hits him before they soften, showing me that every single word he’s said to me tonight is true.

His cock pulses in my mouth, jets of salty cum shooting down my throat, my eyes burning from the size of him along with his painful grip on my hair.

When I finally release him and he lets me up, I’ve got tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, reaching up to cup my face and wipe my tears. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Nothing. You don’t,” I say with a smirk.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.”

In a flash, he’s flipped us, leaving me laid out on the black bed, gazing up at him.

“Let me make it up to you. Prove to you that I’m not just a cunt who wants to hurt you.”