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“Well, that’s awkward.”
“Tell me about it," I say with a slight laugh. Stepping forward, I clutch his shirt between my fingers. “Please.” I tilt my chin up, feeling my pulse everywhere in my body as I wait for him to accept what I’m offering.
“Dammit, woman,” he whispers, frustration and desire woven into his words, and then his hand is at the back of my neck, pulling my mouth toward him. He kisses me in a frenzy, like he’s been fighting this moment since the first time we met. I melt into his arms, the connection sparking a fire within.
My fingers work the buttons of his shirt, and he growls against my mouth. “This is a bad idea.”
“Maybe,” I say, moving my lips to his neck.
“Probably,” he adds, his fingers pulling at the strings on my dress. He tugs the bindings loose enough to pull my blouse free, then unzips the skirt. It falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the thin, lacey panties I picked out this morning.
“Stars above, you're beautiful,” he whispers, then crashes his mouth to mine again. Strong hands slide under my ass, lifting me in the air, and I wrap my legs around Riot’s waist. He lowers me to the bed, our kiss never breaking until he pulls his shirt over his head, but then his mouth is on me again.
Riot kisses my jaw, neck, and shoulder, paving a path of anticipation and bliss until he sucks my nipple between his lips. I gasp, a wave of pleasure rushing through me. I drop my hand between us and dip beneath the band of his pants. Riot is hard, his length thick and long as I stroke it.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, my nipple between his teeth.
“Not quite,” I tease, and he bites down on my sensitive skin. The pain sends stars swimming in my mind but it feels oddly good.
“Careful what you wish for, princess.” Riot slides down my stomach and spreads my legs.
I push up onto my elbows, following him, a question on the tip of my lips when warm wetness touches my folds. I freeze, unsure of what Riot isdoing to me, but praying to the stars above he doesn’t stop. His lips kiss and his tongue licks while his fingers rub on a part of my body I didn’t know could feel so good. The sensation is overwhelming. It builds and builds to the point of panic because there’s a tingling sensation seizing my insides. Riot hooks his arms around my thighs, refusing to let me retreat and, to my sheer mortification, a rush of warm wetness pushes out of me, spraying Riot in the face and coating the bed sheets.
“I’m so sorry,” I say meekly.
“Why?” Riot wipes his chin with the back of his hand and licks his lips.
“I peed on you!”
“Oh, princess.” He reaches for his belt and unbuckles his pants. “That’s called coming. And I can’t wait to make you do it again.”
A flush of heat colors my neck and cheeks when he’s naked in front of me. The man is gorgeous. I never thought I’d want someone to touch me after what happened with Graves but with Riot, I feel safe. Beautiful. And I want to see what else he can make me do.
He settles between my legs, his length pressing at my entrance, teasing the pulsing throb I ache for him to satiate. “You sure about this?”
I push up onto my hands and kiss him. “Yes,” is all he needs to hear before pressing inside me.
Riot is gentle. He cups my cheek and distracts me from the sting of us becoming one with deep, passionate kisses. His strokes are slow, giving me time to adjust as he asks, “Are you okay?”
I nod because I’m filled with too many emotions, both his and mine, and I can’t find my words. Riot’s touch is worshiping. His hands are a tender brush on my skin, a stark contrast to the memories fighting to be at the forefront of my mind. I don’t want to think about the night of the fire. I don’t want to feel the shame and embarrassment that haunts me. I want to enjoy the building sensation inside me and erase every rough hand my body has felt.
“Still with me, princess?” He nips at my ear.
“A little stuck in my head,” I embarrassingly admit.
“I can fix that.” Riot pulls out of me and sits back on his heels. “Ever done it on your hands and knees before?”
I shake my head, trying to wrap my mind around the concept. Thecuriosity and excitement buzzing through my webs is enough for me to want to try. I flip over, onto my hands and knees, and feel silly. Until Riot grips my hips and enters me again. Then, all I feel is pleasure. “Oh, my stars,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
Riot leans over and kisses my shoulder but the feeling of his lips barely registers over the pressure tingling at my center. He thrusts harder and faster, finding a rhythm that builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore. I arch away but Riot follows, hitting a sensitive spot inside me that takes control until I’m breathlessly calling out his name. The pleasure is intense. I can’t get enough, and Riot keeps giving it to me.
I understand now what Sage meant when she said pain could be pleasurable. Why she’d let men squeeze and bite and tie her up. If I could guarantee sex felt like this with everyone, I’d work at the Red Keep and do this all day long.
“Are you taking the suppressant?” Riot asks, his strokes hitting harder. “I’m about to come.”
“Yes,” I breathe out, feeling another wave of pleasure building. His grip changes as he drives deeper inside me. I want every inch he’ll give me and feel a pressure fighting against mine as I come again.
Riot stills, catching his breath for a heartbeat, then pulls out of me. “Stay upright,” he says, sliding my skirt between my legs.
