Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I pounced on the bed. Emily squealed.

I pinned her hands over her head. “Ever been fucked under the moonlight?”

She shook her head. “I hope I’m about to.”

I dragged my lips over hers. Our tongues twisted. I wanted to tie her up now and make love to her. The kind of love that was rough and primal. Searing my body into hers. I wanted her so fucking badly.

“Bed or balcony?” I asked, wagging my eyebrows.

“But people could see us.” I saw the alarm in her eyes.

“I don’t think so.” I kissed her throat. “Your choice.” There was a wide hedge of tropical plants and flowers. Someone would have to go out of their way to see what was happening on the porch.

“Balcony.” She breathed.

I grinned. She was perfect. I lifted her into my arms. I hated that she was smaller than when I left. I knew it was my fault. The hollow lines on her stomach. The bones on her hips. But I’d love her back whole. I would take care of her. And I’d never leave.

My mouth covered hers. I couldn’t get enough. I never would.

I wasn’t built to love. I wasn’t that kind of man. I didn’t get attached. I didn’t make memories and relish moments. I was never that man.

Until I met Emily Charles.

I spun her in my arms, so that her hands were planted on the railing.

Her back rubbed against my chest, while I stroked her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

I couldn’t take it. She drove me wild.

My hands slid over her back, pushing her forward, hiking her hips toward me. I pushed my cock between her legs. As she jutted her ass higher I slid into her heat, wanting to bury myself inside her. Needing her warmth. Craving her pussy. She clenched and tugged around me.

I pumped hard. Drove into her. She called my name with ragged breaths.

“Vaughn, tell me,” she begged.

And that’s who I was. I was Vaughn Hunter to her. That was the man she loved. The one she needed. I would be him.

“I love you,” I moaned. “I love you, Em.”

“Oh, God.” She rocked into me so I plunged deep to her core. “I love you too.”

We scaled a sexual peak in record time. My spine gripped with tension just as I released inside her. She screamed my name as her own orgasm hit.

“Fuck, Em. Fucking insane,” I groaned.

I held her while her body jolted with pleasure. Bursts of electric sensation.

Her forehead rested on the railing, but I scooped her in my arms and carried her back to bed.

I kissed her as she nuzzled against my chest.

“There’s your moonlight sex,” I joked. I felt drunk off her. Drunk enough to fuck her again. All night. Every night.

“We have to leave tomorrow?” she asked. “I like the islands.”

“We can come back.”