Page 47 of Clash of Sin and Secret

Soft kisses deepen toward hunger and grow to a rough and greedy demand. She tugs at my sac, manipulating my skin, fingering one orb and then the other, all the while taking me deep into the back of her throat.

She devours me, tracking what gets me hot, running her grip tighter as her lips slide up and down my aching cock. “Fuck. That’s incredible. I’m close, princess. You might want to?—”

She plunges forward, deeper, rougher. Her hunger doesn’t feel like an in-the-moment fling with an old friend. It feels like affection…possession.

The stealing of my heart.

Each time she eases back, her lips pause at the tip of my shaft, and a shudder racks through me, stealing a little more.

It’s too much.

Fisting my fingers in her golden hair, I hold her in place as my body seizes. The pressure of my release breaks free and my mind fractures with pleasure.

Head back, I lose time as wave after wave of ecstasy spills free. How long my release lasts, I have no clue—a minute, ten, a lifetime.

The orgasm destroys me, but it’s the look in her dark blue eyes that leaves me speechless. It’s the look I’ve dreamed of seeing there since I was a teenager.

Scottie is more than looking at me—she sees me.

The shy smirk on her face makes me chuckle after the way she just did me in. She kisses her way up my chest, her fingers running gentle circuits over the ridges of my muscles.

Her touch explores the few bruises still healing, and finally, she gets to the silver ring pierced through my nipple.

I lean back against the cool granite of the shower wall and wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her curves against my body.

I’m afraid to speak—afraid to break the spell.

A sly, feminine chuckle fills the shower as she bites her bottom lip and bats her eyes at me. “I hope you don’t mind me taking point on this one. It may have taken me seven years, but I wanted to return the favor of how treasured you made me feel that night. I should’ve known better than to think the worst of you. I’m sorry.”

I chuckle, making no attempt to hide how blown away I am. “Apology accepted.”

Scotland’s scent has always been addictive, but tonight there’s something more…something that smells dangerously close to hope.

Tucker

I let myself into the royal residence and head toward the Squire’s Suite, hoping to catch up with Scottie. She and Huntley had one hell of a workout, and I want to make sure she didn’t overdo it to prove how capable she is.

“She’s not there,” Zane calls from behind his father’s massive teak desk. I change direction and stop in the doorway of his office. The air is thick with anticipation as he studies me. “She’s otherwise occupied at the moment.”

“All right. Not an issue. I just came to check on her.”

“She’s fine. She’s more than fine, actually. So, you can go.”

The slight annoyance in his tone has me reading between the lines. “She’s with Huntley?”

He stands behind the desk and leans into his balled fist. “She is.”

I take in his posture and shrug. “Is that supposed to bother me?”

“It doesn’t?”

I chuckle. “No, but it seems to bother you. Everything all right there, Zane?”

He picks up the miniature dagger letter opener from the top edge of his blotter and twirls it in his hand. It’s wicked sharp, and based on the ancient filigree and the black gemstone in the hilt, I’d guess it’s a replica of the famous Vasari Diamond Dagger.

He lifts his chin as he stares down at me, his gaze narrow. “It really doesn’t bother you?”

“That Scottie is happy and sexual and exercising her right to choose? No, not at all.”

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