Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

I pressed my lips to his, fumbling with his belt, not knowing who this girl was, but not hating her either. I pulled his thick length from his pants and stroked him. He groaned against my lips before knocking my hand away. With ease, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed me against the tree trunk. We kissed passionately, completely lost in each other.

As far as I was concerned in that moment, Fallon was in the gray area with me. Neither a lord nor a king. Maybe we’d break away and make our own kingdom.

His fingers moved along the thin silk of my panties before he pushed them aside. The firm touch of his fingers sliding through my folds to my clit made me moan in his mouth. He found my happy place and rubbed against it, making me more breathless.

“Bianca,” he rasped. “I want you. Come for me.”

His sudden dirty talk made the heat in my belly flare, sending it straight to my clit, making me come hard with his next touch. This was Dominic’s fault. He’d brought me to the brink and denied me. Having Fallon finish what Dominic started gave me a sick sense of satisfaction and sweetened my release. I rode Fallon’s hand, my body still trembling when I came down from the high he brought me to. Combined with the floating feeling from the alcohol, it was euphoric and perfection.

“I want to feel alive again. Please,” I said, my voice choked. Drunk, angry Bianca was nothing like sober, compliant Bianca.

He kissed me again, this time, his hard length threatening my entrance.

I tensed as he pushed forward, the burn from his cock stretching me making me gasp.

“Ah,” I cried.

“I’ll make the pain worth it,” he said, thrusting deeper into me as he rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“You’re so tight. Damn, Bianca.”

I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him once more.

He pulled out and pushed back in as I cried out against his lips. Over and over, he stroked until he was fully seated inside me, breathless.

“This is my new favorite place,” he said, kissing along my jaw, his fingers skimming the thin strap of my dress until he eased it down. He repeated it on the other strap so he could push the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. The tree was rough

against my back and sure to leave marks, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

With a lazy smile, he pulled away enough, still buried inside me, and tugged his shirt over his head, revealing glorious planes of muscle beneath the moonlight.

“I want to feel every exquisite inch of you. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I met you.” His lips brushed against my shoulder as he shifted inside me.

I brought his face up to mine again and kissed him.

His movements picked up. Each hard thrust stoked the fire within me as he fucked me against the tree, skin slapping skin, moans and cries echoing in the night until I was spiraling around him, coming so hard I swore the stars dotting my vision were brighter than those in the sky.

A low groan erupted from him as his cock twitched deep inside me, filling me with his release. Breathless, he rested against me, his face buried in my neck.

I closed my eyes, spinning, but feeling satisfied.

“I don’t want to leave,” he mumbled sleepily.

I raked my fingers through his hair, his long waves weaving around my fingers, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

“Me either.”

“Want to lie beneath the stars with me?” he asked, finally moving to gaze down at me.

My heart fluttered, and I nodded. He smiled sweetly before withdrawing from my body, leaving me to feel empty. He placed me gently on my feet and tucked himself away before grabbing his shirt and straightening it on the ground. I pulled the straps of my dress up and tugged my skirt down, watching him.

Fallon turned back to me, offering me the smile I was becoming familiar with. “It’s not much, but I’ll keep you warm.”

He held his hand out to me, and I took it, allowing him to guide me to the ground where he drew me into his arms, his warmth radiating through me.

We lay in silence for a few moments, my head on his chest as he looked up at the stars in the small clearing above us.

“You should know, this wasn’t just a one and done thing. It meant something to me,” he murmured. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.”