Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

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Damon

It was supposed to be her fantasy, not mine. But those words did something to me. I wanted to crush my lips against hers. Slide my hands between her thighs. Make her sweet voice moan in my ear while she came in my hand. Fuck. I was losing it.

I held my composure while Georgan walked to open the door.

“Good girl.” I breathed into her neck before releasing my hand. I felt her body tense.

Tonight, needed to be savored. I had rushed it with other women. Fucked them and sent them home the next morning. But, I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Admire her curves and the pinkness of her skin. Taste her. Drink bourbon off her lips.

My cock was hard, picturing her flush with sweat as I buried myself inside her. Her pillowy lips parted as she whimpered my name over and over.

“Your highness,” Georgan announced as the door opened to the private entrance.

He took Molly’s hand and she stepped from the car before I followed. I needed a second to settle my trousers. Tonight was about taking my time. Enjoying her. Pleasing her. Because there wasn’t going to be another night.

The security detail led us inside. Molly glanced at me as we walked through the foy

er.

“We’ll take my elevator.”

She nodded. “Ok.” Her voice was quiet.

The first guard pressed the button and the carriage arrived on the first floor. We stepped inside.

“Good night, sir.” They both nodded, folding their hands in front of their waists.

“Good night.”

I pressed the button to take us to the top floor of the palace.

I turned to Molly. Her eyes look at me with such innocence. “Your fantasy begins now.”

One hand snaked around her waist as the other cupped her chin. My lips crashed against hers with pent-up fury. The car lurched another floor. I held her tightly, slipping my tongue against hers, tasting her lips. Relishing in the heat. She purred softly as I nipped at the corners of her mouth. My hand twisted in her hair, tilting her upward, pressing the softness of her into me. I wanted to possess her warmth. As if I could be less cold. Less harsh. As if some of that sweetness I tasted on her tongue could somehow belong to me.

The elevator dinged and the doors retracted. But I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t take a step away from her. My hands roamed over her body, annoyed there were clothes in the way.

I backed up, dragging her with me into the main living quarters.

Her breathing was erratic. Her lips searched for mine. Eager for the next kiss. Eager for what I wanted to give her.

I kissed her slowly before turning for the light. I reminded myself to savor this girl. We were already moving with our foot pressed full speed on the pedal. I needed air. I was going to have her on her knees in five minutes if I didn’t hit the brakes.

“How about a drink?” I asked. “I know the rules at The Titan.”

I reached for a crystal decanter. Alcohol would calm my cock for a few minutes.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “Yes. A drink would be good.”

I poured two. “Welcome to one of my palaces.” I handed her the glass.

“How many are there?” She looked around the room. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Three,” I reported. “I don’t count the summer homes.”

“I see. Slumming it in the summer?”