Page 122 of The King's Maiden

No one had ever seen how deeply I struggled and fought to breathe.

An emotion I couldn’t bring myself to name lodged in my throat as he kissed a path down my neck. Teasing over my sensitive skin. Sucking greedily before coming back up.

I sagged against him, lost to anything but the feel of his lips on my body. Relaxed by the beat of his heart against my back. Soothed by his touch. And suddenly, deeply aroused by his cock hardening against my ass.

I moaned, rolling my hips against him.

A murmur of satisfaction brushed the shell of my ear. “Do you get it now, Maiden?”

“Yes.”

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I panted against him.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours.”

His arms tightened around me, and the soft flutter of eyelashes brushed my cheek as his eyes fell closed. Spinning me around, he pressed his forehead to mine, leaving barely the space for a breath between us.

And then, he sealed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened, shock overpowering me as he broke his biggest rule. But I kissed him back eagerly. Desperately. Myarms wrapped around his neck as his tongue swept in and quickly battled mine for dominance.

I submitted to him.

Opening my mouth, I gave him what he wanted. I let him consume me. My whole body drowned in the taste and feel of his lips against mine. And a moan broke free from my chest.

He quickly pulled back. Panting hard, he stared at me like a man half-starved. Out of his mind with desire.

“Fuck it,”he breathed, breaking his rule again. He yanked me to him, seizing my lips in another explosive kiss. Plunging his tongue into the depths of my mouth. Guiding my body backwards toward the bed.

My legs hit the mattress, and he eased me back, drawing in a shaky breath as I sank down onto the bed.

He followed me onto the bed, laying his body over me. Cupping my face in his hands, he stared at me with a war in his eyes—one I couldn’t fight for him.

Until he finally decided to let this—let us—win.

“You’re mine, Quinn.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “And you?—”

He kissed my lips gently, tenderly.Lovingly.Stroking my face, my hair. Running his hands over my body. He touched me as if he would never get enough.

As if right then, for the first time, he’d never stop.

“I’m yours.”

Landon

“I’m yours.”

I wasn’t supposed to be. I was never supposed to let it get this far, and I shouldn’t have kissed her.

But I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Her racing heartbeat. Those big, brown eyes widening. The hitch in her breathing called to me like I’d been made to draw it out of her.

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