Page 48 of Impenitent Claim

So that I wouldn’t descend into a fit of despair, I pressed the power for the toy and quickly replaced my fingers with the hot pink egg. The vibration was intense against my hardening clit. I rubbed slow circles, trying to let go of the frustration.

Ilya had been rough, demanding my body’s complete and total submission.

The release I chased was one born of desperation.

Mercifully, the friction built. I dipped my fingers lower, sliding them into my opening, while the toy continued to hum against my clit. The muscles of my core tightened as I rolled into the touch. The release was right there—just out of reach!

It’s him. Just pretend it’s him!

His thickness filling me, his touch forcing my surrender, his mouth tasting my surrender—

The pressure built, and pleasure burned deliciously. The illusion was powerful enough that for the briefest of moments, I felt his imposing presence. His hard and hot body covering mine. My nose even tricked my brain into catching the smokey scent of his cologne. Everything about my forbidden fantasy became real.

Not letting the moment escape, I ground into my hand. The surging pleasure was an electrical current. Every nerve was lit with it. My gaze flicked to the shadows, conjuring the silhouette of him contrasted against the darkness.

I want him again.

That admission was the spark I needed. The orgasm exploded through me. I came hard—oh, so hard. Every fiber of my body was flooded with the dark, delirious pleasure. The spectre’s name croaked from my lips, but I stifled the cries of pleasure that would otherwise escape me. I rode it, my mind focused on his terrible expression. The beast from another world, sent to destroy mine.

Panting, I let the high consume me. I could live dangerously, here in the dark. But that was the only place that was safe enough for this attraction. As the throbbing between my legs ebbed, I rolled to my side and squeezed my muscles around my fingers.

Tomorrow, in the light of day, I would see common sense. I would banish these forbidden fantasies. Right now, the weight of the monster’s memory was like a living, breathing thing. I couldn’t shake the feeling ofsomething.Was it the instinct of prey? I laughed. Pushing to my feet, I walked to the bathroom on legs that were still shaking from the orgasm. I turned the water on to wash the toy and my hands.

The predatorial presence seemed to follow me.

I snatched a clean cloth and wet it with cool water. It was a shock against the ache between my legs. I hissed. But the sound disguised a whisper behind me.

Flicking my glance to the mirror, my gaze crashed into the silvery stare of a ghost.

“That was fucking beautiful, siren, especially the part where you called out my name—”

Chapter 21 – Ilya

Ijumped forward, my palm clapping against Isabella’s mouth to silence the scream. Her hot breath pushed against the calloused skin, and I sucked in a sharp inhale at the sensation. The iron rod that was my erection dug into the small of her back as I looped an arm around her middle, tugging her close.

“None of that, Isabella,” I rasped. “Can’t have the royal guard come and discover the honor of their princess has been compromised.”

Isabella seethed, blowing an angry exhale from her nose.

I’d come to make sure she was alright, only to find her still awake and naked. It took every drop of discipline not to launch across the room and erase the images of another man from her mind.

Imagine my surprise when it wasmyname she croaked in the height of release….

That made it absolutely necessary I reveal my presence to her.

Isabella garbled something. I lowered my palm but remained ready to cut off another scream.

“You can’t be here,” she hissed.

“And yet, here I am.”

She glared at the ceiling, shaking her head. “You’re going to ruin everything.”

The bitterness in her tone had me roughly spinning her around. I caged her against the vanity, towering over her. “Your wedding to the little prince?”

Her lips pressed tight in a thin line.

“Let me tell you something, Isabella. That wedding isn’t happening,” I growled.

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