Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

His fingers locked in mine as he thrust against my counterthrust. His breath was in my ear. The sweat of his skin dripped along my back. It was intimate. A closeness I’d never experienced.

I wanted him to fulfill his promise to fuck me all night. I didn’t want it to end. Because I knew when the sun broke, the dream would be over. Our skin slid together, scorching each other as our need grew. I didn’t know how to slow it down. How to stop the clock. We were powerless against the release combusting between us.

One.

Two.

Three.

He plunged inside me and Damon grunted as his orgasm gripped him. The final thrust ignited the flame that torched my veins, raging a smoldering fire that soothed and fueled me simultaneously. I had nowhere to go. He held me down as my body incinerated with flickering pulses.

“Oh, I can’t.” I tried to wiggle free. It was too much. Too intense. I was overwhelmed by how my body reacted to him. I wasn’t this girl.

“Feel it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. My toes curled and I clawed at his hands. “Come hard on my cock.”

“Oh God,” I screamed. Something unleashed in me.

I stopped fighting it and let the orgasm claim me.

“It’s so fucking good like this,” Damon groaned. “My cock is exactly where it should be. Deep inside your sweet pussy.”

“Ohh.” It kept going. Wave after wave. His dirty words provoked a new rippling in my core. He had unbelievable power over me.

“Fuck yeah.” He kne

w it. He could feel my walls squeezing around him like a vice. I convulsed as a third orgasm hit me.

He pressed into me and I moaned with pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep inside you.”

“I-I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s too much.” Four in a row? I couldn’t.

“You can come one more time. Because you like when I say dirty things to you. When I put my cock in your beautiful mouth. When I lick your pussy. When I claim it. Like I am now. Fucking you deep, baby. So deep you’ll remember me tomorrow, won’t you?”

The room spun around as the last orgasm slammed into me. “Yes,” I finally screamed. “God, Yes. Damon, Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I’d never remember anything else after this. My pussy quivered until there was nothing left. He had fucked me senseless.

“Shit, you’re sexy as hell, love.”

Damon’s body was heavy and limp. He kissed my neck, rolling me with him to the side. I cocooned to his chest. I knew there was no way I could sleep. I had performed the ultimate sexual Olympics. Become a sex kitten. Been touched and licked in ways that women only dreamed about. And by a fucking king.

But within minutes, my eyes slowly closed and I couldn’t fight the dark any longer.

9

Damon

There was a soft sigh as sleep claimed her. I pulled the sheet over us and let her lie in my arms. This woman had taken me somewhere I didn’t know I could go—to my knees.

I remembered the rules of the society. One night. The fucked up system had never bothered me before. I was always as pleased to see them go as come. She shouldn’t be any different. She had signed the contract. In the morning I would send her home in an unmarked royal car and I’d never see her again.

I closed my eyes.

I didn’t know if that was something I could do, just yet.

What happened on this bed wasn’t supposed to happen. I had a taste of something that made me hunger for more. I craved her more now than before we stepped on the elevator.

I ran my palm along her hip. She nuzzled next to me.

I’d never had a night with a tally like this. It was supposed to be fucking. Plain and simple. I got my thrill from beating every man in the Titan for her. She got the thrill from having her fantasy come true. It was an even exchange. The contracts protected the society in case anything got out of hand. It never did. The mutual need was met without question.