Page 115 of The Crown of the Dark Prince
“Look at me,” he barked. I met his gaze, the pure abandon on his features sending another rush of warmth to my core that left me clenching around him. He breathed in sharply as he felt it, but kept his steady pace in and out of me. “This is what I can offer you, Thea. This is the place I can bring you that no one else can.”
Oh Gods, yes.
Fuck yes.
“Yes,” I cried as his thumb dipped to circle that bundle of nerves and every muscle in my body clenched. I screamed his name as shockwaves of bliss pulsed through. My magic roared, filling every part of me withimpossible energy while Clay continued to circle and thrust and whisper sweet words while the shockwaves slowly ebbed and steadied.
I was limp and spent, my body hardly able to handle the ecstasy but desperate for me, desperate for him to find that same release.
He reached for me, pulling my head to his shoulder.
“Hold on to me,” he instructed, and I did as I was told, wrapping my arms firmly around his neck, nails digging into the skin as he let go of all sense of control.
His hips pounded into me, measured movements abandoned for frenzied thrusts, each harder than the last. He lost himself in me, growling as scales erupted down his spine. His head fell back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat, his golden eyes blazing with unguarded emotion and in that moment, he was entirely mine, unraveled and laid bare. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me onto him until with a final deep thrust he exploded, an animalistic snarl escaping as he stilled deep inside of me.
We stayed like that for a moment, panting sweaty messes, clinging to each other. I watched as the scales slowly sank back into his skin again.
“We should do that again sometime,” I mused dreamily.
Clay laughed, pulling back to press his lips against my forehead before reaching to collect my clothes and pass them to me.
“We will, princess. Believe me when I say I want to do that with you every chance Iget.”
I joined Clay as he continued preparing dinner, following his instructions for chopping the onions and laughing as I mangled the process entirely.
“An all-powerful Goddess who can’t cook a single meal,” he quipped, taking the knife from my hands with a kiss to my forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
I giggled. “Careful, don’t piss off a Goddess; it’s typically not recommended.”
Clay chuckled but didn’t respond, pushing me aside instead so he could take over the task. The back door creaked, and I turned to watch Elaina and Camilla step inside, bringing a burst of frosty air with them. Elaina smiled warmly at us, gently guiding Camilla forward. Camilla walked tall, her dark eyes sharp and alert even with a hand pressed gently to her side.
“How was the walk?” Clay asked over his shoulder.
“It’s definitely cold, but the snow is quite lovely,” Elaina responded, unhooking her cloak.
“It was torture,” Camilla grumbled, slowly making her way through the room.
“She’s a bit of a whiner,” Elaina whispered to us, with exaggerated drama, ignoring the gesture Camilla shot over her shoulder. “With enough rest and food, though, she’ll be back to full strength in no time.”
“We’ll get some stew ready for you both,” I told her.
Elaina offered a grateful smile, placing a hand on Camilla’s arm to steady her as they turned toward the living space.
“I’m not eating a damned thing until every surface in that kitchen has been scrubbed clean,” Camilla called over her shoulder.
“Camilla!” Elaina scolded, a grin obvious from her tone.
I laughed softly as they left, pulling out two bowls in the cupboard and slowing when I looked at Clay’s furrowed brow.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced up at me briefly, the corners of his mouth tugging downward. “It’s nothing.”
I nudged him with my elbow as I began ladling the stew for Elaina and Camilla. “I thought we just covered the no more secrets thing.”
He sighed, setting down the knife and tugging the ladle out of my hands before pulling me flush against him. His arms circled my waist, the warmth of his embrace soothing against the winter chill still clinging to the room.
“I’m just realizing how lovely it is to be living in a house with my former lover, my betrothed, and the woman I’m now sharing a bed with.”
