Page 227 of Broken By Daylight


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“Ez,” I whimper, my self-control crumbling. “I … I can’t …”

He lifts his head just long enough to glare at me with those heated eyes before diving back in, this time zeroing in on my clit. His tongue is a wet, warm trail of exquisite torture, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of release.

“Ezryn, I’m going to … oh gods, I’m …”

He doesn’t relent; my words have only spurred him further. “Remember your orders, my Queen,” he growls against my skin.

To stay quiet and to come on his tongue. I can definitely accomplish one of those things.

Ezryn hooks two fingers inside me at the same time as he captures my clit in his mouth. I let out a gasping moan as my orgasm crashes through me. Waves of pleasure cause my whole body to tremble, and his skillful tongue moves with each tremor. I sag against the wall, trying to muffle my cries by biting down on my fist. His fierce devouring of me turns into kisses on my thighs, my stomach, and then my breasts as he begins to stand, gently guiding my leg back to the ground.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

I can only give a dopey smile, my body still shivering with aftershocks, as he claims my mouth with a kiss. I taste myself on his lips.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, my Queen,” he says softly. “Fuck you and fill you and make you beg to scream my name.”

Heady need roars up my body, and I claw at the back of his neck to bring him in for another searing kiss. My limbs still feel boneless from my orgasm, and I let him maneuver me as he pleases. My dress slips from my waist into a pool on the ground.

He turns me around, so my arms are up against the wall and my hips are flush against his cock.

I hear him fumble with his pants before they fall to the ground. Then, his steel-hard cock taps against my ass.

“Are you ready, Petal?”

I look over my shoulder, holding him with a narrowed gaze. “So ready, Daddy.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’ve been spending too much time with Dayton.”

“Maybe we can spend some time with Dayton together,” I purr.

He makes a low sound in the back of his throat then plants a kiss at the top of my spine. “One thing at a time, my greedy girl.” His words are affectionate, and a trill of joy rushes through me.

Because ever since I began living at Castletree, that’s how I always felt. Greedy for wanting the princes for myself. But it wasn’t selfishness at all. My heart knew we were bound together and that it was only a matter of our bonds weaving through the paths of fate.

Now, the thought of Ezryn and my newest mate sends my heart hammering. The command of Spring with the strength of Summer … I let loose a contented sigh and buck my hips back against Ezryn.

“Everyone’s going to be wondering where we are, so I’m going to take you hard and I’m going to take you fast. Can you handle it?” he says, voice full of dark promise. I feel the head of his cock press against my pussy.

“I can handle it.”

“Don’t scream.”

Ezryn thrusts inside of me. He must know me well, because just as a cry is about to leave my mouth, his hand covers my throat.

His pace is punishing, each stroke sending delirious heat through my body. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip hard to keep from calling out his name.

“Stars, Rosalina, you’re so good,” he pants, dropping his hand from my throat. “Such a good girl.”

My head buzzes. Maybe I’m crazy, but there’s something about hiding away in this closet that’s so exciting. I know Ezryn so well now—his history, his heart—but being taken like this almost makes it seem like we’re brand new to one another. Two secret lovers stealing a moment wherever they can.

Each thrust drives further inside of me until I’m stuffed full. He pauses at the apex and swirls my hips against his. I moan out, the feeling of his cock grinding against my deepest point is complete ecstasy.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I pant.

He wraps his arms around my middle and pulls me even tighter against him. “How can I say no to that?”

Each movement he makes is intentional, every thrust and grind perfectly synced to send me over the edge. My legs begin to quake, and spots form in my peripheral vision.