Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Princess, let me do this right for the first time before I come in my fucking pants by your touch alone.”

Knowing he wants me this much emboldens me, but I move my hands to his arms, touching the muscles there. The vein in his neck throbs just like my core.

Tantalizing minutes pass as we kiss. I love his kisses—passionate and filled with hunger. I could kiss him for hours. Our breaths deepen with need.

He undresses me with a gentleness that makes me an emotional mess.

“I have you, princess,” he says, kissing the tear away.

I want to keep you. I love you.

Fully naked, he looks at me like he’s never seen something more beautiful, burning all the doubts that I am not beautiful, sexy, or curvy enough.

“There is beauty and there is you. You’re in a league of your own.”

Goose bumps blossom on my body.

“Cold?” he asks.

I shake my head. I’m feverish for him.

Lifting his arms, I help him undress. I’ll never find his body anything less than perfection. Ridges of muscles create a sensuous six-pack. My finger traces his ripped body from his muscular arms to his powerful torso. Even his dick is beautiful: long, thick, and hard. I don’t know how it will fit, but I want to feel all of him inside of me.

I glide a finger over his crown. His dick jerks at my touch, and a groan rumbles in his throat. The vein on his shaft fascinates me, and I trace it up and down. His body vibrates, hunger burning in his eyes.

He pulls me to his lap, ending my exploration, but I don’t mind.

The skin-on-skin sensation feels incredible.

His dick nestles under my ass, hard and eager to get inside of me, yet he doesn’t rush. He kisses me again, this time slow and sensual.

We give in to our passion, exploring each other’s bodies. He takes me somewhere else, and I never want to return. I play with the ends of his hair while he rips himself from my mouth.

“I can’t get enough of your lips.”

Never get enough.

He takes one nipple between his teeth, sucking gently before biting it. The contradictory sensations, sweet pleasure, and a pinch of pain make me delirious, wet, and ready for him.

He moves to the other one while I dig my nails into his back. Sensations dizzy me. He fires up my body and desire spreads through me, leaving me wanton for more.

We kiss hungrily until we come up for air, and then he trails kisses down my neck and chest. He licks his thumb and presses it against my clit, rubbing gently. The pleasure is so exquisite that I arch up, desperate for more. He’s on a mission to make me come, making my senses drunk on him. There’s nowhere I can go but straight into the arms of blissful surrender. A hundred tiny stars flash before my eyes, and I explode.

My breath stutters as I come back from my high.

“I want to taste you too.”

We both look down at his dick leaking pre-cum.

“Later, I need to get inside of you now. I’m barely holding on here.”

His desperation is endearing. Maybe I should tell him. Maybe he won’t even notice, and that blood part is a myth—hopefully.

But there are so many secrets between us already.

I palm his cheek. “Be gentle, okay? It’s my…”

I avert my gaze, but he tips my face to his, watching me with eyes full of understanding.