Completed naked, she looked up at him. “Now what?”
Haydn rushed forward. Evelyn gasped as he gripped the hair at the back of her head, angling her face to kiss her deeper than before.
He’s done being gentle. This kiss isn’t to convince me because he’s already done that. Haydn is claiming me.
She leaned into him and the numbness from earlier melted away, replaced by heat and desperate need.
Haydn reached for the soft, warm skin between her legs. One fingertip slipped inside her. She arched her back, wanting to feel more of him.
“You’re already wet, Princess.”
His breath tickled her ear and Evelyn shivered. Haydn moved her toward the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to remember how to use her legs. Her head was foggy, but her skin seared at every point of contact with him.
He’s going too fast, being too aggressive. But fuck if I’m going to tell him to stop. The two kisses with Leo weren’t enough. Haydn can do whatever he wants with me.
The back of Evelyn’s thighs hit the side of the bed. Haydn pushed her down onto the duvet, and she whimpered at the sudden loss of his touch.
He huffed out a laugh before sinking to his knees. “You have to be quiet, my love.”
Haydn pulled Evelyn’s hips to the edge of the bed and hooked her legs over his shoulders. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from moaning as his tongue trailed up her center.
Evelyn writhed. “Haydn!”
He growled and the vibration coursed through her. He dipped one finger inside of her, then a second. She rocked while his fingers slipped in and out. Haydn pushed his other hand low against her stomach, forcing her down.
“If you want my tongue to stay where it is, you have to be still,” he warned.
“Yes,” Evelyn agreed. “Please.”
He licked and sucked the bundle of nerves between her legs. Evelyn’s breaths were ragged. It took all the self-control she had left to be quiet and keep her hips where Haydn wanted them. But when his fingers curled inside her, a strangled cry escaped Evelyn’s lips.
Haydn stood up. “I hope your guards didn’t hear that, because I’m not leaving this room until I am done fucking you.”
We’re nowhere near done. He still has his clothes on.
His hand left her stomach to cover her mouth. Evelyn’s eyes widened but closed again when his fingers slipped back inside her. With Haydn’s tongue out of play, she began riding his hand. He moved faster, applying more pressure, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Tension built inside her core.
“Come for me. I want to see you break while I’m touching you.”
His voice sent Evelyn over the edge. Her hips bucked as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Haydn didn’t slow, coaxing out every last drop of her release. His other hand muffled sounds she didn’t even know she was making.
Evelyn was limp as a ragdoll when Haydn let her go. He tugged his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. She blinked stars out of her eyes to look at him.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Haydn flipped Evelyn onto her stomach and removed the rest of his clothing. He leaned over her so she could feel his hard length against her backside. Then he reached between Evelyn and the duvet to pinch her nipples. She squirmed and gripped the sheets.
“I’ve wanted you in this position since we met.” Haydn settled himself at her entrance. “Have you thought about this too?”
“Yes,” she confessed.
“That’s my favorite word.”
He pushed himself all the way in. Evelyn gasped as her core stretched to make room for him. She was slick from what they had done already.
Haydn eased himself out. “Tell me what you want.”
“More,” she begged. “Faster.”
He thrust into her again and set a quick pace.
