I push two fingers inside her.
Deep.
Hard.
She cries out, head snapping back, chest arching into mine.Her breath breaks in jagged little bursts as I fuck her with my hand, slow at first, then deeper, curling my fingers until her whole body bends like a drawn bow.
Her walls squeeze around my fingers, tight and desperate.Her legs tremble around my waist.Her voice cracks.
“Royal… I’m gonna… I’m…”
I grind my thumb against her clit hard enough to make her scream.
“Shhh,” I warn her.
She comes undone.
Violently.
Silently.
Shaking against me with her face buried in my neck.Her pussy clenches around my fingers until I swear she will break me in half from the inside out.
I hold her through it.
I take every tremor.
Every gasp.
Every pulse of heat against my hand.
When she finally slumps against me, wrecked and wet and shaking, I slowly pull my fingers free.She whimpers at the loss, forehead falling to my shoulder.
I won’t lose control.
Not until I feel myself slipping into a place that will ruin us both.Not until the line between claiming and consuming gets too thin.Not until she trembles with want and fear in equal measure.
Then, slowly, I set her down.
Her breath is shattered.
Her hair is a mess.
Her lips are swollen from my mouth.
“We can’t do this,” I rasp.
“But we already did.”
Christ.
She’s right.
I run a hand over my face, trying to gather myself, but the scent of her on my fingers wrecks me all over again.
When I open my eyes, she looks exhausted and radiant and furious at the same time.
“We ain’t done,” she whispers.
