She should have shoved him away. Tossed him on his bloody arse for having the audacity to cast her aside without as much as an explanation.

Instead, Lily kissed him back with all she had.

If this was to be their last time together, then she wouldn’t waste it by being brassed off. There would be more than enough opportunities for that after the night ended.

William’s hand touched her knee, then slid underneath the hem of her dress. Higher. He skimmed past the lace trim of her stockings, the tips of his fingers flirting dangerously with the apex of her thighs.

Fucking hell.

Everything about the way he touched and kissed her was intimate, gentle, yet at the same time saturated with barely leashed need that made her want to groan out loud. They were a potent mix just waiting to combust—and if they hadn’t been in the middle of a pub, they would have, too, those offensive trousers of his long gone, right alongside her panties.

William whispered something into her mouth, but Lily’s mind refused to translate the sound into any discernible words. All her senses were attuned to how he felt, towering over her body as they both backed deeper against the wall where the shadows wrapped around them and shielded them from sight.

“Do you want to?” he asked as they came up for air.

“What?”

Her voice was low, nothing more than a whisper as she fought the urge to unbutton that damn black shirt and run her hands across the silver curls adorning his chest.

“Do you want to be with me one last time, Lily?”

As if there was any question about it.

Still, William waited, although visibly strained, until she gave him a curt, eager dip of her chin.

The next minute—or maybe it had been two—passed in a blur. All Lily remembered was William tossing the money on the table and helping her slip into her coat. They pressed through the now-packed pub and emerged into the crisp night, but as fast as those street lamps bathed them in yellow light, the shadows returned.

It was only once her back landed against the wall that she realized he had taken her to an alley.

They seemed to be alone, but as his lips closed over hers again, it wouldn’t have mattered if they had an entire stadium watching them. She groaned into his mouth, her fingers fumbling with his belt for a second before she reached into his trousers and wrapped her hand around his thick, hard shaft. William thrust into her palm, his cock twitching as she increased the pressure—but even more so when his own fingers slipped into her panties and found her molten core.

Fuck, it felt good. He felt good.

His thumb played with her clit as he continued to stroke her, occasionally dipping inside and grazing her walls until she trembled. She knew that if he kept it up, she would orgasm so hard half of London would hear her.

“Do it, pet. I want to feel you come on my hand,” he whispered and placed a kiss on her neck.

Right before he clamped down on that fucking sensitive spot with his teeth.

Her orgasm hit her with such force it was only William’s strength that kept her standing.

Fucking hell…

She moaned his name, her gaze finding his—and erupted in another cascade of pleasure.

“That’s right.” His fingers kept working their devilish magic. “Give me more, love. I want it all.”

Shit, if she gave him any more, she was going to collapse. But William was relentless, working her clit and pumping his fingers until her orgasm extended, riding her harder than ever before.

With her back against the wall and those bloody elegant fingers inside her, Lily let go.

She couldn’t tell if this was the third climax or just one unbelievably brilliant roller-coaster of release, but she dropped her guard, her shields, and gave him what he wanted.

Gave him her all.

William swore as she came on his hand one last time, her thighs slick with her own pleasure. It was only when the haze cleared from her mind that she remembered her own fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. But before she could even begin to return the favor, William lifted her up.

He ripped her flimsy, soaked panties into shreds as she settled her legs around his waist, then filled her in one hard thrust. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as his hips took on a wild, demanding rhythm.

Trapped between the cool caress of the bricks and the burning heat of the man in front of her, she writhed, her senses thrown in overdrive. Each thrust sent a new ripple of pleasure through her flesh, adding to that fucking sweet tension that had once again started to build up in her core.

Fuck. No one could ever make her come like him. No one had ever made her climax border so intensely on the verge of arousing pain. Again. And again.

He was impossibly big inside her, filling her to the point when she thought she couldn’t take any more.

But she did.

The stirrings of her own orgasm made William even harder, his cock so thick that even the smallest movement threatened to throw her overboard. But her body knew how to wait. How to extend the mind-shattering tension until William, too, was ready.

She always did love it how they came together.

How their pleasure became irrefutably linked, making it seem as if they really were one, not just two individuals looking for their own release.

“Fuck, I feel you, Lily. I feel you,” William rasped, their gazes meeting as his rhythm faltered ever so slightly. “Come with me, yeah?”

As he filled her one last time, she did.

And London heard their screams.