Page 152 of Shameless Royalty

I exhale sharply, emotion making my throat tight. I press my lips softly to his again, desperate and grateful. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” I murmur fiercely, the words tumbling from my mouth before I can stop them. “You have no idea.”

He stills beneath me, breath hitching quietly. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely audible. “I love you too.”

Those simple words fill something inside me that I didn’t even realize was empty. I roll onto my side, pulling him close, his back pressed firmly against my chest. My arm wraps tightly around him, hand splayed protectively over his heart. Malachi relaxes into me, exhaling slowly, tension finally draining from his muscles.

“Anthony Dawson hasn’t been seen in months,” I admit, feeling him stiffen slightly against me. “We don’t know where he’s gone or what he’s plannin’. But I swear to you, baby, you’re safe here. No one will ever fuckin’ touch you again.”

Malachi sighs quietly, lacing his fingers through mine, squeezing gently. “Okay,” he says softly, finally allowing himself to fully relax. “I trust you, Connor.”

Those words, coming from him, mean everything. I press my lips to his hair, holding him close, breathing him in. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you again,” I whisper fiercely. “I swear it.”

He smiles softly, shifting to look up at me, eyes warm and trusting. “I know.”

I trace gentle circles over his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath my fingertips. It’s quiet for a long moment, both of us wrapped up in our own thoughts, in the comfort of finally being together again.

He turns towards me and cups my face, before kissing me so slow and filthy that I feel my cock twitching again. “You’re doing a pretty good job so far,” he says against my lips. “Provin’ things to me.”

I grin, deepening the kiss slightly, tasting the faint traces of me lingering on his tongue. “I’ve only just started,” I promise huskily. “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life provin’ to you how much you mean to me.”

Malachi chuckles softly against my mouth, eyes sparkling mischievously. “That sounds exhaustin’.”

“You’re exhaustin’,” I tease playfully.

He laughs again, quiet and carefree, and it fills something inside me with warmth. “Guess you’re stuck with me, then.”

I press my lips to his forehead, smiling softly. “Good,” I whisper, pulling him even closer, arms tight around him, breathing him in deeply. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Malachi settles against me, fingers tracing gentle patterns across my chest. I finally feel like I can breathe, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Because right here, wrapped up with him, my stubborn, bratty boy—it’s home.

Epilogue - Malachi

I’malreadywrecked,alreadyhanging by a thread, and he hasn’t even gotten his mouth on my cock yet. I’m completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he kisses his way down, like he’s savoring every inch of me.

Then his tongue flicks out, teasing over the head of my cock, and I jolt, my hips twitching as a strangled moan rips from my throat.

“There we go,” he mutters, pressing my thighs further apart, holding me down like he knows I’d try to run if he gave me the chance. “That sound I fuckin’ live for.”

He drags his tongue down the underside of my cock, slow and filthy, his fingers gripping my thighs so tight I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his blond hair, tugging, but he doesn’t let me guide him. He’s in control, completely, and he fucking loves it.

His lips wrap around the head, his tongue swirling, teasing, and my whole body locks up.

“God, baby, I could live between your thighs. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Let me have you like this whenever I fuckin’ wanted?”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. The words tumble out, wrecked and desperate. “Yes, fuck, yes—”

“That’s a good boy,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me as he takes me deeper, swallowing me down inch by inch until his nose presses against my stomach.

The heat, the wetness, the way his throat tightens around me—it’s too much. My legs tremble, my fingers clenching hard in his hair, and he groans at the pull like he fucking loves when I lose control.

I let out a strangled moan, my hips bucking despite his grip, my body a live wire. “Connor, please—”

“Please what, baby?” His voice is pure sin, his smirk nothing short of wicked. “Want me to let you come? Want me to keep you on edge, keep you beggin’ for me?”

I don’t care how fucking shameless I sound. I need it. Need him. “Please, Connor, fuck—” I make a noise that’s somewhere between a moan and a whimper, my body twisting beneath him. “Stop talkin’ and—”

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