Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals, #1)(55)

He plunges a finger into me without warning.

My abdomen clenches, and I arch my back. He’s between my knees, forcing me open wider, and I lean back on the counter.

He taps my chin with his free hand. “Watch me.”

I shudder when he lowers himself, his head going between my thighs.

Just like my dream.

He puts my legs on his shoulders. And then he pauses, staring at me with an odd expression.

“Caleb—”

He bites my inner thigh. I yelp, trying to close my legs, but his shoulders block the movement.

His tongue swipes up my slit, swirling on my clit. His finger is still inside me, picking up a brutal pace while his tongue pays attention to my bud of nerves.

I groan. It feels too good. Unbearable, even. I try to shove him away, but he doesn’t budge.

His teeth graze my clit.

I cry out and try to squirm away.

He grips my ass, dragging me to the edge of the counter. “Make as much noise as you want, love.”

His tongue plunges into me, and I whimper.

Something animalistic claws out of me. I roll my hips into it. His finger takes over where his tongue left off, and he sucks hard on my clit.

I shatter.

The orgasm explodes through me, white spots dancing in my vision. I grab his head as he sucks and sucks. My whole body trembles in the aftershock.

But instead of stopping… he keeps going. His finger pushes in and out, a steady, quick rhythm.

“Stop,” I moan. My arms are jelly. I let myself fall back on the counter.

“No,” he says, hauling me upright.

He undoes the button of his pants, and we both look down at his erection. There’s a bead of liquid glistening on the head of his cock.

He rolls on a condom and kisses me at the same time that he thrusts into me.

The pain of it is… shocking. Eye-opening.

I gasp into his mouth, and he only pauses for a fraction of a second.

Virgin, I’m sure he thinks.

Shame bubbles through the euphoria.

“You’ve always been mine,” he says against my lips. “This just fucking confirms it.”

I wrap my legs around his hips. We’re at the perfect angle. The perfect height.

And the fact that he didn’t just freak out on me lifts a weight off my chest. I didn’t realize I had been worried until now.

After a few seconds of discomfort—an alien feeling—he moves.

“I don’t want gentle,” I say, holding on to his biceps.

“Good thing, because my self-control is about to go out the window.” He slams into me, filling me completely.

In the back of my mind, I knew we wouldn’t be able to do easy. Just like we wouldn’t be able to do slow.

We’re fast and reckless and wild.

I dig my nails into his skin. He relentlessly hammers into me. A tingling feeling picks up in my lower abdomen and my teeth tear his lower lip. My heart is beating so fast, it might take flight.

“Scream,” he orders. He flicks my clit.

This orgasm is violent, a tsunami force. Better—or worse—than the first one. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.

He presses on my clit again, still thrusting into me.

I let my head fall back and I do. I scream.

I yell his name, my thighs tensing around him, until my voice disappears.

He quickens then stills, spilling inside me. We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other.

His pulse hammers through our connection.

He pulls out slowly. There’s blood on the condom, on my thighs, on the counter.

He touches my cheek, smiling sadly. His finger swipes under my eye. “You’re beautiful.”

I slide off the counter. My muscles quake. “I need a minute,” I say in a low voice.

He inclines his head, and I slink away to the bathroom. It takes longer than I would expect to put my pieces back together. My resolve goes here, my dignity goes there. Inch by inch, I rebuild who I was.

Who knew sex would destroy me?

I clean myself. When I come out of the bathroom, Caleb holds out my bra and shirt.

I stare at the kitchen island.

“I’m going to fuck you on that counter,” he had promised. “You’re going to enjoy it, even knowing what happened here. Because all you’ll be able to think about is my dick in your pussy, spreading you wide. Hitting every. Fucking. Nerve.”

Horror washes through me.

He spoke the truth. I did forget. I let myself fall into his madness, and now…

“Caleb,” I choke out, grabbing my shirt and hugging it to my chest. “How—”

“How could I?” His eyes are dark. Glittering. He leans down until we’re face to face. “Have you learned nothing?”

I close my eyes. Tears fall hard and fast down my face.

He yanks my shirt out of my grip and puts it on me. Forces my arms through the sleeves and buttons the front. He takes my bra, my panties from where he dropped them, and slides both into his pocket.

“Let’s go.” He puts his hand between my shoulder blades and guides me out.

“You got what you wanted,” I say once we’re in the car. There’s a chill in the air, and my nipples harden under my shirt. I want to dive out of the car and walk home rather than let him see.

“Yeah, well, it’s not all sunshine and fucking roses up here.” He taps his temple.