“Then come on… let’s make a baby tonight.”

  Kyel’s voice was a low rasp as he lifted Eva from the floor and set her on the kitchen counter, stepping between her thighs.

  He pressed his lips to hers in a fierce, claiming kiss, his body hard against her core. Eva’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she moaned into his mouth when he sucked slowly, deeply on her tongue.

  He parted from the kiss, both of them breathless, lips swollen and glistening.

  Kyel cupped her flushed face, eyes dark with restrained hunger.

  “You asked why I kept my distance after our first night… why I never reached for you again.”

  A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest. “My love, if I’d given in to what I wanted, you wouldn’t have left our bed for days.”

  Eva’s cheeks burned. “Honey…”

  He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes burning. “You’re blushing now. Imagine how you’d look if you knew every wicked thing I pictured while lying beside you every night, forcing myself to stay still.”

  “Tell me,” she breathed. “I need to hear it.”

  He leaned close, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I wanted to wreck you… love you until your legs gave out… do every filthy thing I’ve imagined… taste you until you were shaking and begging.”

  He pulled back to watch her face flame crimson, her breath catching.

  “That’s what kept me awake,” he confessed quietly. “Every single night.”

  Eva met his gaze, voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs. “Then stop waiting. Do it all.”

  She leaned to his ear, thighs tightening around him. “Taste me… wreck me… love me until I can’t stand… give me every dark thing you’ve been holding back.”

  A flicker of surprise crossed his face before it dissolved into pure, unrestrained hunger.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Cupping his jaw, she held his stare. “No gentleness tonight. I want everything.”

  Kyel exhaled a rough sound. “Oh, Princess… you’re going to destroy me.”

  He swept her into his arms and carried her upstairs, every step sending sparks through them both.

  In the bedroom he laid her gently on the sheets despite the storm in his eyes, then hovered over her, mouth tracing a scorching path down her throat and across her collarbone—kissing, nipping, leaving warm marks that pulsed under her skin.

  His hand claimed her breast, squeezing until she arched with a sharp gasp, pleasure shooting through her like lightning.

  He paused only to strip away his shirt, then sat her up and peeled off her gown and the last delicate layers beneath, letting them fall forgotten to the floor.

  Laying her back down, he began kissing every inch of her body, leaving red bite marks in his wake. When he reached her breasts, he licked and sucked her nipples until she moaned softly, writhing beneath him.

  Lifting her hips, he parted her thighs and lowered his mouth to her most sensitive place. “Let me taste you now.”

  Eva’s blush deepened, but before she could speak, his mouth descended. His tongue licked her sensitive spot with deliberate, hungry strokes. Eva’s body arched violently, fingers twisting in his hair as pleasure surged through her with every flick and swirl.

  He finally pulled back, licking his lips with a satisfied growl. “You taste incredible.”

  Eva’s whole body flushed hotter.

  Kyel shed his pants, his arousal stark and straining. He leaned over her again, breath hot against her lips.

  “Tell me, Eva… how much of me do you want tonight?”

  “All of you,” she said without hesitation. “Everything you have.”

  He entered her in one deep, powerful thrust, filling her completely. She clutched the sheets, moaning as sensation overwhelmed her.

  He began to move—strong, steady strokes that stole her breath and built the fire higher.

  “Honey,” she gasped, “I want you from behind.”

  He pulled out instantly, flipping her onto her stomach. She rose onto her hands and knees, and he entered her again from behind in a single deep thrust. Pleasure exploded low in her belly, blooming hotter with every movement.

  “Kyel… harder… and deeper,” she pleaded.

  His pace turned restless, almost wild—thrusting harder, deeper, hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard knocking against the wall.

  “How do you feel… tell me,” he demanded, voice rough.

  “I feel great…”

  “Eva… you feel so good… I can’t stop myself.”

  “Then don’t stop, honey…”

  “Sure… my love.”

  He leaned down, kissing her fiercely as he drove into her faster, deeper. Eva’s moans grew louder, broken.

  “Kyel…”

  He thrust harder. “More—say my name one more time.”

  “Kyel!”

  The room filled with their mingled cries and the rhythm of their bodies until pleasure shattered through her in blinding waves. He followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low groan, holding her close as everything spilled over.

  Afterward, they collapsed together, breathless, skin damp and glowing. Kyel pressed tender kisses along her shoulder and neck, drawing her into his arms as their hearts slowly calmed.

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