The morning sun glistened his eyelashes, streaking over his mouth and dark hair as he slept, his arm still tight around me, his palm curving on my arse. The need to reach out and touch him, slide my fingertips over his heavy scruff, through his hair, trace his lips, was strong. There wasn’t a place I didn’t want to touch him, discover him by touch alone. Not that we didn’t do a lot of that last night. Except there had been no tenderness then. The marks on his neck and shoulder displayed the severity of my hunger for him.
The moment we returned to the palace, we hopped in his car and drove back to his flat. Then I attacked him. He didn’t even get a chance to close the door before I was ripping off his jacket, needing to feel him over my skin. Dragging him into the shower to rid myself of the night, he sensed exactly what I needed, taking me roughly against the tile wall and then again when we returned to the bed. Wet, naked, and desperate for more, we couldn’t seem to find the “enough” line. The early part of the evening had been full of false smiles and fake happiness—a performance full of lies. With us, I wanted the barest of truth.
I clawed his skin to feel the realness, the primal honesty with every thrust. We marked skin, bruised, and became the most basic forms of us. Need. Desire. Fierce and pitiless. To the point neighbors were pounding on the walls for us to shut up, but it only drove us more.
My thighs clenched at the memory, growing an even bigger smile on my face. Lennox understood what I craved and wanted without a word. Sensing this girl needed it much dirtier and rougher than anyone would ever perceive from the future princess.
In our few times together, Theo was sweet, but a little self-absorbed. Him going “wild” still left me faking a smile, convincing myself it was enough.
Fecking hell…I had been wrong. So, so wrong. But now, after Lennox, I could never go back to good enough. This man melted my brain. Selfish he was not. My mind was still so mushy it couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence to describe what he did to me, so I just stared at him. All I knew was I was an addict and needed more.
I bit down on my lip, my eyes moving over his face. Bloody hell. He was so rugged and beautiful at the same time, it hurt to look at him.
“Stop staring at me, Spencer,” his deep voice growled, forcing my teeth to dig deeper into my bottom lip.
“I thought you were asleep.”
His lids stayed closed. “I was until I felt a creeper staring at me.” His fingers curled into my skin, lightly stroking my arse.
“It’s your fault, really.” Another smile broke over my face; everything in me felt light, like champagne bubbles, fizzing up with happiness. “You’re just so pretty.”
“Pretty?” One lid parted, peering at me with a scowl.
“So, so pretty.”
A growl formed deep in his chest, his arms sweeping me up, dragging my frame over his, hands sliding up to my jaw. A gasped laugh hiccupped from my lungs at the ease and quickness with which he could move me, laying me flat over his chest. The feel of him heavy and hot against my stomach had me parting my legs around his hips, holding back a moan in my throat.
“After last night, the first thing you can think of is pretty?” His hands knotted back in my hair, pulling my face closer to his. “Clearly, I did something wrong. Took it too easy on you.”
“Too easy?” I laughed. Easy was not even in the hemisphere of last night, but taunting him was my favorite thing to do. “Actually, it was pretty lackluster…” I shrugged a shoulder. “Had better.”
“Oh, fuck. You didn’t…” He laughed, but it contained a dark warning—one that frightened and excited me. A button I wanted to push and prod at. “You have no idea what you got yourself into.”
“Really?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Really.” His grip in my hair turned almost painful, heating my body. He moved my face just a millimeter from his, holding it in place. “Because I did go easy on you. You have no idea what I can unleash.”
A staggered breath sucked in my nose.
He grinned wickedly, and my body reacted to his statement. My breath became labored, my nipples hardening against his chest as my core was practically screaming, bring it on.
“You like that?” He pushed up his hips, grinding against me in a slow drag.
“Oh, god, yes.” I tried to nod, but his grip on my hair only tightened. He continued to move against me, so slow and controlled, while I became needy and feral. “Lennox.” I moaned, biting my lip, trying to shift so I could get what I wanted, but he kept me in place, not allowing it.
“I’m going to torture you, Spencer, to the point you won’t recall anyone before me. Make you so desperate you are pleading with me.” His free hand ran sensually down my skin, tracing his old marks he left last night before moving down, caressing and discovering places that left me gasping, already whimpering with need. “Take you to the brink over and over, then deny you what you long for until I think you deserve it.” He rolled over on me, his hands and lips seizing me, heightening every nerve to the point of pain. He kept to his word, to the point my body was thrashing and fighting with need, my cries for him going from loud to ear-splitting. He sat back, grinning. “And this is me still going easy on you.”
“Remember when you said you don’t play sadistic games to get off?” I arched my back in search of his touch, relief only he could give me.
“I never said I wasn’t into them in bed.” He grunted, flipping me over on my stomach, his knees locking my hips in place as nipped down my spine. I clutched the pillow, my lungs expanding as his palms spread my cheeks, his mouth nipping at my inner thigh.
“Lennox,” I breathed, not sure what I was asking for, but my body trembled, my nails digging into the pillow.
“What, Spencer? What do you want?”
“You are a sick twisted bastard; you know that, right?”
He chuckled darkly. “Someone gets awfully cranky when denied an orgasm.”
“Bugger off, you masochistic arse.” I ground my jaw together as I felt his lips graze the back of my thigh, all the way up and stopping. “Revenge is a bitch, you know that? I will get you back.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Please.”
“Already throwing in the towel, huh? The same girl who was saying something about last night being lackluster?” He egged me on, both of us knowing it was the farthest thing from that. “You calling it?” His tongue flicked at my opening, my fingers kneading into the comforter.
“Yes. Yes. Okay, you win…please, Lennox.”
Strangely, I could feel him grin against me before he spread me wider, his tongue flattening against me, slipping up from my core, discovering places I never had anyone touch, nor thought I wanted. I was wrong. Pleasure so unbearable consumed me, a cry echoed off the walls as he went from controlled to wild in a blink at my response. His hands held me as he devoured me, nipping, licking, his tongue diving deeper, curving me up like a cat to my hands and knees.
“Lennox!” Demand. Order. He understood everything I wanted in one word. Grabbing my hands, he curved them around the coffee table right in front of the bed. Positioning himself behind me, he gripped my hips before I felt the tip of him. He plunged inside me, my body greedy and ready.