Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“Then talk,” I demanded, drawing her lips to mine.

I could feel her breath rapid and frantic. Her eyes darted back and forth. There was no fear. Only carnal desire dripping from her gaze.

I had her.

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Molly

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sp; “Oh God,” I whispered. His lips were like lava, burning and searing my mouth with promises I couldn’t refuse. He taunted me. Tempted me. Left my body open like a live wire bouncing with no way to be grounded, except by him.

He could soothe me. Satisfy me.

If only I’d say the words.

Somewhere in this mind of mine, I was Sapphire. The reckless girl who gave into her sex kitten side did exist. Only, I didn’t know it until I met Damon. I never pictured myself that way before. Never considered submission to be something I’d love or even crave. Never knew asking for what I wanted could be as much of a turn on as a touch. That dirty words could take me to a far off place where I dwelled in waves of lust.

I liked that place. And with Damon’s naked body hovering over mine, he reminded me how amazing that dirty place was. But I had to be willing to take the leap. I had to travel there on my own, or I was going to lose my ticket. The king had the power to revoke my passport to this new land of sex my body had just discovered.

He wasn’t patient enough for me to sort out a list of pros and cons. That wasn’t how impulsive desire worked.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”

His eyes darkened. “More, Molly.”

I met his demand. “With your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.”

“Fuck,” he groaned.

The words did something to him.

He sank to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I heard the cotton rip between my legs as he yanked the lace out of the way. He threw my legs against his shoulders, sending my knees wide.

“Oh shit,” I gasped jerking off the bed.

His tongue surged inside my entrance as he splayed his hands over my stomach. He thrust again, swirling around my clit before fucking me with another stroke of fire.

His eyes lifted to mine as he licked my juices like a hungry tiger. His thumb traveled further south, massaging my clit. That’s when I lost it.

I grabbed his hair, arching my back as I fell on the bed in a kind of explosive rapture that awed me as I took off on the wings of the orgasm.

My reaction only fueled Damon as he grew hungrier. His thrusts deepening, spreading my legs.

“Oh, oh. I can’t.” I shook my head. “I’m going to come.”

“So. Fucking. Hot.” He kissed my stomach as his fingers replaced his tongue. I clenched at them as he pumped in and out of my entrance.

I tumbled and fell. The orgasm crashed into me. My body vibrated with the sensations.

I felt his teeth nip at my breast before sucking it in his mouth. He plucked my nipple sending an electric shock straight to my core.

“Oh God.” I clawed at his back as the last wave hit me.

He grinned. “God, I want to fuck you.”

I nodded eagerly. I wanted more. I needed more. More heat. More fullness. More Damon.