Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

Not being able to help him, I go to my room.

Dane must be asleep, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths.

I lock the door and find he has put his clothes on the chair to dry. I pick them up and inhale deeply, but the water diffused his heady scent. Tiptoeing downstairs to the basement, I put them in the dryer.

When I return, I notice he shifted and is now facing my side.

I put the folded clothes back on the chair, and then I climb into bed.

Taking in his sharp, chiseled features, my hand has a mind of its own. I trace his thick eyebrows with my finger. My heart screams with longing. It misses its mate. Tears well in my eyes, and I let them fall. No one is here to witness them. He’s near and so damn far.

I itch just to breathe him in when his arm drapes around me. Pulling me to him, I bury my face in his chest, and his arms tighten even more around me.

He’s dreaming, and I can’t pretend I don’t need and want him like I do—with every heartbeat, every fiber of my body, and every second of every minute of every day.

One night, just this one time. I place a kiss on his lips, and his eyes blink open.

“You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” I ask in a soft whisper.

“I’m dreaming, right?”

I nod. His eyes close, and I steal another kiss.

He will never find out. This never happened.

But I’m greedy. That has always been the problem. Selfish. Lost. Broken.

“You want me to think this is a dream?”

“Yes.”

“Can I do anything I want, then?”

“It’s your dream.”

He rolls me back onto the mattress with him on top of me. His eyes pin me, keeping me there with no will to leave.

“We two, we’re inevitable, princess. But yes, it’s also a dream because reality will always crush it in the morning.”

He lowers his head and kisses me—long and hard until I could explode from just him kissing me. He’s savoring, tasting, and teasing my lips as if my mouth can satiate him.

Passion burns me up.

“Please.”

He moves down my neck and nips at my skin. It’s been too long since I felt anything resembling pleasure and now it’s all too much, yet I crave it all and more. He cups my breasts and latches onto one nipple, then moves to the other. Pleasure lights up my body. Need takes over. My back arches up, demanding more.

I am so wet and needy as he peels my shorts off. Slapping my thighs apart, I spread my legs on instinct. He traces his finger over my slit and a shiver skitters down my body.

“So wet, princess, and I haven’t even started.”

He shows me his glistening finger before he sucks it clean, groaning low. Seeing what my taste does to him sends a ripple of satisfaction through me. My core throbs in anticipation.

He buries his face between my thighs, eating me out like a ravenous man. I might combust any moment. I clamp my hand over my mouth when his tongue licks me from bottom to top. A zap of current goes through my body, electrifying me. He bites into my clit hard. That has me almost tipping over.

“Let me hear you or I will stop.”