Savage Little Lies (Court Legacy 2)

He continued to kiss me, making love to me between my legs. I’d told him to make love to me, but I hadn’t thought it was possible. He was too hard, too callous.

Too perfect.

My lids squeezed down more fucking tears, bucking when his kisses picked up. Dorian held me to his mouth, his fingers embedded in my thighs and his tongue fucking me.

“You’ll come for me,” he commanded, and I did so damn hard I thought I’d pass out, my back arching off his bed.

He funneled me down, lapping at my sex hungrily. He didn’t wait for me to finish before he tugged his shirt off and pressed that huge body on top of me. He pumped himself in his pants, grinding against my stomach.

“Taste what you fucking do to me.” He kissed me hard, solid. He swept my own juices across my tongue. “Taste it, Sloane.”

I did, trembling. I cradled his head, and he opened my blouse.

His kisses were even softer there, one by one softer. I didn’t think I could fucking take it. It was easier to do this, be with him, when he was fucking me and making it hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with anything different.

He wet my nipples through my bra, sucking and letting them pop out of his mouth. He didn’t stop until I had my legs hooked around his waist, and I was bucking against him again.

Only then did he strip me bare, only then did he push his pants down his muscled legs. In boxers and on his knees, he appeared godlike.

And almost sad.

He studied me, his hand sliding up to my neck. His fingers flicked my curls. “You’re so beautiful.”

I couldn’t breathe, my chest tight. “Shut up.”

His jaw shifted, his head shaking. “You’re beautiful.”

I swallowed, letting him lean over and claim my mouth.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “So goddamn beautiful.”

It sounded almost as sad as he spoke, his kisses rough and angry. Shoving his boxers down, he put a condom on.

“I love you.” He tongued my lips apart, arching hard inside me. “I fucking love you.”

The tightening in my chest constricted harder, the burn matching the one between my legs. I wanted to love him…

I wanted to not love him.

He consumed me way more than body or mind. We were ingrained together with no beginning or end.

I hugged him to me, gasping when his lips pinched kisses over my arms. We came about the same time, and he held my arms while he milked me into my high.

“Fucking fuck.” His teeth bit down on my flesh, my eyes rolling back. His hands braced me to him, his hold tight and unyielding. His nose buried into my neck. “Fuck.”

I said nothing, unable to say anything. The dark prince had said he loved me.

He’d said it twice.

I had no words, but when Dorian secured his big arms around me, it seemed he had enough for the both of us.

“Tell me a reason,” he said, his brow touching mine. “Just give me one. I… I need to feel not so fucking crazy.”

He hadn’t asked me to tell him I loved him back, but for some reason, what he was asking felt harder.

“You.” I hid my face in his arms. This was my biggest reason for being fucked up. “You are my reason.”

The air stayed silent between us, and as he held me, he gratefully didn’t make me say I loved him too.