I lift her chin back up.My thumb brushes her jaw.
“Do not hide from me.”
Her mouth trembles.“You will hate me.When you learn everything.”
“Then tell me,” I say.“Tell me now.”
She swallows hard.“I… I can’t yet.”
Not will not.
Cannot.
I breathe her in.
She breathes me in.
Two disasters leaning against each other in the dark.
I kiss her again.
Slower this time.
Deeper.
Surer.
She lets out a sound, soft, broken, wanting, and her fingers dig into my shoulders like she is scared I will let go.
I don’t.
I lift her, press her back against the wall.Her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation.The heat of her, the desperation, the need, it all crashes together like a storm too big to survive.
My mouth trails her jaw.Her throat.The hollow beneath her ear.
She arches.
Gasps.
Pulls me closer.
“Royal,” she whispers, voice shaking.“Don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I let my hand slide between us.Slowly.Purposefully.My fingers slip under the edge of her shorts and I feel her heat flood against my skin.
Christ, she is soaked.Her hips jerk like she can’t stop them, thighs trembling around my waist.
I press my palm harder, cupping her pussy, grinding my hand against her until her breath breaks.Her nails scratch down my neck.The back of her head hits the wall as she moans.
“Feel that?”I growl into her throat.“Feel what I do to you?”
Her answer is a strangled gasp as my finger slides between her folds.I drag it slow, up and down, collecting every drop of her.Her whole body shakes.She clings to my shoulders like the world is tilting.
I circle her clit with my thumb.Light at first.Teasing.Her mouth falls open.Her hips buck.She is wet enough that every stroke glides easy, filthy, obscene.
“Royal… please…”
