Page 43 of Royal Shark
I hug him, an unusual gesture for me. It’s just so good to have someone really understand what I’m going through, separating from Chloe.
He kisses my hair. “I got it right what’s going on with you.”
I press my cheek to his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. “Yes.”
His voice rumbles in his chest. “Having a female twin gives me unique insight into the female mind.”
A surge of affection rushes through me, and I kiss him, and then I kiss him again and again. The fire ignites once more, and we rip each other’s clothes off.
Next thing I know, he’s lifting me right up against the wall. I wrap my legs around him, hanging on as he pounds into me, his mouth on my neck, sucking hard. My head arches back, my eyes closing, consumed by the fire between us. His fingers slip between us, adding another level of intensity. I’m panting, sensation clouding my mind, the pleasure overwhelming me. His mouth claims mine, and I explode, a starburst of pleasure shooting through my entire body. He thrusts more and more, and I never want him to stop. I go over again, shuddering with my release, and this time he goes with me, his lips pressed against the side of my neck.
We stay like that for long moments, plastered together, breathing hard. We are animals—primal and basic. No messy emotions that hurt and betray with their temporary nature. Just raw sensation. It’s exactly what I want.
He lifts his head and stares at my neck. “I marked you.”
I put a hand to my neck, alarmed. “You gave me a hickey?”
He brushes my hand away and runs his finger over my neck. “I got you good.” He sounds pleased.
“Adrian! I’m seeing the guys tonight. How bad is it? Can I cover it with makeup?”
“Leave it,” he growls in a command that my body responds to instantly. Desire pools between my legs, soaking him, where he’s still buried deep inside me. My lips part. I’m caught in sensations that overwhelm any rational thought.
His lips curve, his eyes knowing. “You areperfectfor me.”
I’m speechless and shockingly eager for more of the pleasure he gives.
He lifts me off him and sets me on my feet, holding me by the arms to steady me. My legs are so wobbly.
I finally find my voice. “Is this hickey an alpha-dog thing? You want them to know I was with you?”
He holds my jaw with one hand, his eyes intent on mine. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. It’s not alpha dog. It’s a fact. I claimed you.”
I get hotter and wetter by his hold on me, his words, his heated eyes. I want to protest that I’m not his, but part of me wants to be possessed by him. “Yes.”
He groans, his mouth covering mine, his tongue thrusting inside. Adrian claims me, and I surrender to the passion I’ve never experienced before him. I can enjoy this knowing we understand each other, just a temporary insanely passionate time before he goes back home.
Chapter Nine
Adrian
Sara is in the shower, getting ready for the game. I’d join her in there if it wasn’t so tiny. I don’t even think I could turn around without knocking my elbows into the sides. I look around her place. There’s one tiny closet. Inside is her small wheeled suitcase, where she keeps the stuff for the game, including the lockbox for the money. She either needs a guard or a better, less risky job. Like, say, working at my casino. First I have to get her to agree to a visit.
I prolonged my stay here, wanting to be with her as long as I could, but I really need to get back to the casino. Emma keeps asking me when I’ll be back, tired of taking my place. And I know her heart’s not in it. I’m the one who can make the casino a success, and I want Sara by my side helping me do it. She says she’s considering my job offer, but I can sense her reluctance. She’s placating me, afraid to visit Villroy. I’m pretty sure it’s that and not me that’s the problem.
She emerges a short while later, wearing a dark green sleeveless turtleneck with black trousers. “The one thing I have that covers better than makeup.” She shoots me a triumphant look.
I cross to her, folding the collar down to admire my love bite. “Where’s the fun in that?”
She swats my hand away. “Don’t be a Neanderthal.”
“Why not? You like it.”
Pink dots her cheeks. “In bed I like it. Not anywhere else.”
I gesture toward where we just had sex. “Against the wall too.”
She holds up a finger, a stern expression on her face. I grab her finger and nip it.
