Page 151 of The Call of Crimson
“Through the darkest times.”
Thrust.
“My whole life.”
Thrust.
“It’s always been you.”
I take her so slowly it almost hurts, worshipping every part of her my lips can reach.
When we find release—it’s together.
Several moments pass before she finally breaks the silence.
“I really hate to ruin this,” she murmurs. “But I can’t stay. Ayden will show up at my door for training in a few hours.”
Something rattles my chest, disappointment filling me at the thought of not being able to hold her all night.
Instead of voicing that, I say lightly, “Still keeping me our dirty little secret, Princess?”
“You know it’s not like that. I wouldn’t?—”
I silence her defensive rambling with another kiss. “I know, Breyla. I was teasing you.”
Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “Who are you and what have you done with my Aurelius?”
Warmth spreads through my chest at her words. “YourAurelius?” I echo, a slow grin tugging at my mouth.
She smiles widely, a rosy blush blooming across her cheeks. “Yes.MyAurelius.”
“I like the way that sounds.” I pepper her throat with soft kisses, taking particular satisfaction in seeing the mark of my teeth still on her skin.
It’s already begun to darken into a deep purple, and gods help me, I admire how it looks on her.
She hisses softly, tender beneath my mouth. “Am I going to have to hide that?”
“Unless you want to piss off the prince,” I smirk. “Which I’m not entirely against.”
She rolls her eyes, an act that, on another day, might have landed her over my knee. As it is, I probably deserve that one.
“I need to go,” she says, softer now. “Before the rest of the castle wakes for breakfast.”
With a heavy sigh, I pull away, the loss of her warmth like a knife to the ribs.
I reach for the wet cloth again and clean my mess from between her thighs. Seeing my seed wiped away instead of buried deep inside her womb fills me with a disappointment I dare not voice.
Once she’s redressed, swallowed again by the poor excuse for a nightgown and robe, I wrap her in my arms.
“Let me hold you for just a minute longer,” I nearly beg when she starts to squirm.
Laughing softly, she pushes me back. “I need to go.”
“Make me a promise before you go,” I blurt, catching her by the hip and pulling her tight against me again.
She raises one brow while cocking her head in curiosity.
“Promise me more stolen moments,” I say, tipping her face up to mine with a gentle pinch of her chin. “I can’t have you the way I want... so promise me more moments like this. Until we can get you out of this engagement.”
