Page 115 of Shiver

Stranger shit has happened, though, I guess.

“Come on, princess, your throne awaits you,” he murmurs, cupping my ass cheek. My core tightens as he swipes a finger through my slickness and then between my cheeks, circling the rim of my ass.

“My throne?” I choke out.

“Mhmm, ‘throne,’ ‘my dick,’ same thing. ‘Toe-may-toe,’ ‘toe-mah-toe,’” he says.

A loud laugh jolts out of me before he tosses me into the center of the bed, crawling over top of me.

He bends his head, nipping at the corner of my lip and scraping my jaw with his stubble.

“I love you so much, princess,” he whispers. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

Warmth floods my chest. “Right back at ya, baby. I love you more than I’d ever imagined possible.”

A low rumble of approval leaves his chest, and he bites out the words, “Then show me just how much.”