Page 101 of Point of No Return

“Please,” I plead, but when he’s this deep, my conviction is gone.

A few more strokes, and the pressure between my legs makes me shatter. I’m coming apart in his hands, crying out his name as I find my release. I feel him follow soon after, exploding inside me with a groan that has his movements slowing.

I sigh contentedly as he pulls out of me slowly and that pleasant ache settles between my thighs. I expect the moment to be over, I expect reality to hit, but I’m surprised when he reaches down, gripping one of my ankles and tugging me back to the edge of the bed.

He bends at the waist, meeting my mouth in a slow kiss as I sit up. And I melt. The kiss is tender, sweet, full of admissions neither of us is willing to put into words.

His fingers brush my hair back, and he plants another chaste kiss on my mouth before lifting me and setting me on the ground between his legs. In all his naked, chiseled glory, he still takes his time admiring my body. One of his hands cups my ass, and it takes everything in me not to wrap my legs around his waist and work him into a frenzy again.

He spots the idea in my eye, smacking my ass and shaking his head as he tips his chin toward the bathroom. “Go start the shower.”

The challenge must be clear in my eyes. “What if I’m tired?” I ask, knowing damn well there’s no way in hell we’re going to bed anytime soon.

Bed.The thought hits me.Will we… sleep together?

“Are you suddenly shy, Highness?” he teases, eyes light.

I grin, stepping up to him and letting my nipples brush his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck. “You know I’m not.”

His thumb lands squarely on my bottom lip, touch feather-light but real enough to send sparks scattering across my skin. His thumb prods the seam of my mouth, and with a fascination I can’t explain, I swirl my tongue around his digit much like he’d done when he tasted me earlier. Even in the dark, I can see the desire darken his eyes.

“We can shower with the lights off, but I’m not done with you yet.” He smacks my ass hard again, and with a squeak, I do as I’m told.

Moonlight filters through the frosted glass windows in the shower. When I flip on the warm spray of water and stand under it, I try not to imagine how good it felt with his hands between my legs. The water glides over my hair, my arms, my neck. I let my eyes flutter closed as it trickles down my skin.

I can’t think about what it will be like tomorrow morning. Or the day after or even the day after that. Things can’t go back to normal. Not when his body, his hands, are all I’m going to be able to think about.

A few minutes pass before I hear the door to the shower open, and Skar climbs in beside me. I’m pressed between him and the tile, the warm water raining down as his hands tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss me again.

His lips are soft and warm, tasting me and teasing me all at once. He only pulls back enough to murmur “Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?” before he’s bunching the strands in his fist and pressing his hard cock against my stomach.

I reach for him, suddenly desperate for him to be inside me again, but he denies my touch. Pinning my hands against the tile, he smiles against my skin.

“You want me to touch you?” he teases, and I nearly growl in frustration.

He knows what I want. He just won’t give it to me.

Not unless I beg.

He flips me around, pressing me into the wall so his cock is hard as steel against my ass.And god, even the teasing feels incredible. Imagining the sight of his tattooed, muscled frame again is enough to drive me wild.

“Hands on the wall,” he orders, spreading my legs with a knee.

I listen, sliding my hands on the tile above my head. His hand skates down to my hip, tugging me back until I can feel the crown of his cock nudging my entrance again. But an inch is all he’ll give me. I groan, reaching back to feel him, but he traps my hands above me, reaching down and pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as I squirm.

His hips drive into me, holding me in place as his calloused hands scrape further down my navel, so close to the spot I’m already weeping for him. He grins against my neck as that hand skates past my hip, instead reaching down to retrieve a bottle of body wash from the shelf.

“Quit teasing,” I hiss, but the words fall flat as his hands begin leisurely lathering the soap across my skin.

I moan at the feeling alone, my skin on fire when his teeth nip at my earlobe.

“Now you know what it feels like.” He kisses the spot just below my ear, hands kneading my muscles until there’s not an inch of skin that he hasn’t memorized. I want to retort back but he releases me suddenly, and it’s not until he trades places and the water is rinsing over me that I realize…

He’s washing me. Taking care of me. Doing things two people who hate each other have no place to be doing. As I look up at him, seeing the barely visible shadows of his tattoos, I make a note to memorize each and every one one day.

His lips capture mine again, and at some point, he’s kissing a trail down my chest, my stomach. I’m in his arms again, and he’s shutting off the water before he carries me back to our room. He grabs another condom before walking me to the bed. He hoists me over the edge of it, flipping me so I’m bent over for him. I’m naked and on the brink of begging for his cock to be inside me again. In this position, my legs are spread wide enough that all he’d have to do is roll his hips forward, and he’ll be inside me.

The last thing he says before he’s slamming into me again is “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep tonight.”

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