“I just took a bath.”
“But you didn’t invite me.” Haydn kissed her hard. “Come back to bed.”
He didn’t give her a choice. Haydn tore the towel off Evelyn and tossed it aside. Then he grabbed the back of her thighs, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.
I like how bold he is. He wants to touch me, so he does. It’s not complicated or political. It’s just us.
Evelyn lay down with Haydn beside her, propped up on an elbow. His mouth greedily covered her breast. Sparks shot through her body as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. She clenched her thighs together, enjoying the pressure there.
Haydn trailed his fingers down her stomach. “Spread your legs for me, Princess.”
“What happens if I don’t?” Evelyn asked obstinately.
She gasped when his hand gripped her throat. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but got her attention.
Okay, he doesn’t want me to be a brat right now. Noted.
“If you don’t,” Haydn answered, staring down at her, “I will pick a different hole and fuck you there. Are you ready for that?”
Evelyn shook her head. Her heart raced but not out of fear.
Haydn squeezed her neck a bit tighter. “Then give me what I want.”
She let her knees fall open, revealing the softest part of her. Haydn released her throat and moved his hand down. Evelyn squirmed as his fingers explored.
“You’re wet, Princess,” he purred. “You like it when I’m rough with you.”
“Yes.” Her breathing was ragged as he pushed deeper.
“What would you prefer this morning? Should I make love to you, sweet and gentle?” Haydn’s fingers stilled and Evelyn glared at him. He only smirked at her frustration. “Or should I fuck you senseless like I did last night?”
He pinched her clit. Evelyn’s hips bucked and she had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out.
“Answer me,” Haydn demanded.
“Fuck me!” Evelyn begged.
Haydn settled between her legs. He stayed upright, his gaze roaming over her possessively.
“You’re perfect.” Haydn lifted her hips and eased himself in. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
Evelyn’s eyes fluttered open. Haydn drove himself into her, his pace punishing.
She thought of the ring. “Haydn?”
“Yes, love?” He changed position, lowering himself to kiss the hollow of her throat.
Evelyn’s mind went momentarily blank. “Can we do this every day?”
Haydn slowed his movements between her legs. “If you come with me, Princess, I will do whatever you want, as often as you want it.”
“What about whatyouwant?”
“I want you naked in my bed. The rest of the day, you should be sore from what I’ve done to you.”
Evelyn couldn’t help but blush, even though it was a silly thing to be embarrassed about while Haydn was buried inside her.
“Don’t make me wait until we’re in Lochmatten,” she said, finding her confidence again.
