Page 125 of The Dark Lord's Guide to Dating

She stiffened, just enough to remind me that she didn’t take orders lightly. “Excuse me?”

“Turn around,” I repeated, firmer this time.

Her chin lifted in a gesture of defiance, but I could sense the heat in her gaze. I gripped her chin, easing her closer, absorbing the storm in her expression. “This is my fantasy, Arabella. If you had a library fantasy of your own, you should have mentioned it. But you didn’t, which means, right now, you’re going to do what I tell you.”

Her pupils dilated, and she swallowed hard. I could practically see desire and pride colliding in her mind. Finally, she breathed out and turned to face the shelves.

“Good girl,” I growled, pressing against her back and leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. I ground my hardening cock against her, making sure she felt exactly what she did to me.

“Is this what you want?” I let one hand drift around to roughly cup her breast over the bodice while the other slid lower. “To be taken right here, surrounded by forbidden knowledge?”

She nodded, inhaling sharply at the pressure of my hand on her breast.

“Say it,” I demanded, biting the junction of her neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “I want to hear you say what you want.”

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice strained.

“To do what?” I tightened my grip on her breast.

She drew a ragged breath. “To fuck me against this shelf.”

I smiled against her neck. “Was that so difficult?”

Slipping my hand under her skirts, I trailed my fingertips up her inner thigh. She let out a quick, stifled gasp when I finally touched her. She was already slick with arousal, and I teased her entrance with one slow stroke before pulling away.

I spun her to face the nearest low bookshelf. She let out a small noise as she steadied herself.

“Bend over.”

She cast a look over her shoulder but complied, bracing herself with both palms on the shelf.

“Spread your legs wider,” I ordered. When she only shuffled her feet a few inches, I kicked them apart roughly. “I said wider.”

I pulled her undergarment aside and freed myself from my trousers, my heart pounding hard enough to drown out all caution. “Keep your hands exactly where they are. And remember, not a sound. Unless you want to be caught.”

She tried to answer, but the second she opened her mouth, I slid the head of my cock against her folds, and she shuddered.

“Kaz,” she whispered, impatience lacing every syllable.

That single plea unraveled any restraint I’d clung to. With one fierce thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, and she let out a gasp that echoed far too loudly in the hush. I clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Shh,” I cautioned, fingers pressing into her cheeks. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? Or do you want everyone to find you bent over and filled with my cock?”

She shook her head, eyes flicking shut as I began to move inside her. Her tight, wet heat nearly shattered my composure. I grabbed her hips and found a punishing rhythm, each thrust edging her forward so the books on the shelf rattled ominously.

We both needed to be quick. I had no illusions about lasting long anyway. The sheer rush of taking her like this, the risk of discovery, it was all too thrilling. My free hand slid around her waist and between her legs. She quivered as I stroked her clit in time with my thrusts, every muffled moan driving me harder. Her body trembled, her magic a faint thrum around us both, as if it sought to break free. My own runes burned with suppressed power.

I gritted my teeth, ignoring the ache in my bones and focusing on her small sounds of rapture. My pace quickened. The shelf creaked, and I hoped to all the dark gods it wouldn’t topple.

Then I felt the telltale clench around me, the ripple of tension in her muscles. My entire spine tingled in response, my own climax surging.

“Come for me,” I ordered, pressing tighter circles into her swollen clit. “Now.”

She shattered, her walls clamping down as a deep spasm of pleasure wracked her body. I barely slapped my palm over her mouth in time to muffle a cry. I followed her over the edge, burying my face in her neck to muffle my groan. Bliss crashed through me in hot waves, and for a breathless instant, I forgot every piece of strategy, every looming threat. Everything but the feeling of Arabella’s body against mine.

We stayed lost in that moment longer than was wise. The library was too quiet, so the low rumble beneath our feet hit me like a cold shock. The floor was shaking. I lifted my gaze. Books swayed on the shelves, dust drifting in faint clouds.

Arabella’s eyes snapped open. “What?—”

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