Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

He leaned for the drawer. I panted, my release soothing me as he rolled the condom over his cock.

He stepped back to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I looked in his eyes as my feet rose to his shoulders. He looked like a god from this position. Sculpted like a magnificent statue. He pressed his shaft to my entrance but before I could adjust to how thick and wide he was, he slammed into me.

I wrestled with the covers, but he locked his hands against my ankles, planting them on his shoulders. He thrust again. The angle was intense. I yelped as he drove deeper inside me.

“Ohh, Damon.”

I felt like I was being taken. Claimed. And I loved every second of it. Every stroke he delivered. My body had yearned for something like this. Thirsted to be worshipped. He kissed my calf as he fucked harder and with more speed.

“Fucking come on my cock, baby.”

I groaned with pleasure. The ecstasy was overwhelming. My core was where the epicenter began. It was tightening and twisting with tingly pulses.

My hips tilted up with every pump of his glorious cock. Damon slid one hand from my ankle along my leg, coasting along my thigh and rounding over my ass. He pressed against the tiny ring of muscles on my backside. I zinged with a new wave of pleasure and pressure.

Oh shit. Was he? Was he going to go there?

I moaned, reveling in just how good it felt with the added pressure. His thumb breached my rosebud again. The sudden jolt of pain turned to pleasure as he eased out and in again.

He bit his lips. “Fuck, I’m going to come hard.”

I was there with him. Fighting to hold on to my orgasm, but it was pointless. I couldn’t resist how it felt to have him fill my pussy so fully while he stretched my forbidden zone. It was something I never knew before. I convulsed around him wildly.

One.

Two.

Three.

He pumped inside me. “Fuck, Molly.” His voice echoed in the room before his release hit him. Damon collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pulsing with violent aftershocks.

I gasped for air.

“Fuck, love.” Damon rolled next to me. His hands slapped against his chest. “I swear, I would rather have spent the last two days with you than that boring ass of a prime minister.”

I laughed. “I believe you. I do.” I was completely convinced.

He reached for my waist, pulling me on top of him.

I looked into his sexy as sin eyes.

“I hope you understand now, what it means to be summoned by the king.” He breathed heavily.

“I think I’m starting to get it, Your Majesty,” I teased.

***

When I awoke, it was still dark. The covers next to me were flat. I patted them with my eyes closed, searching for Damon under the sheets.

I sat forward. He wasn’t in the bed. Or in the bathroom. I pulled one of his T-shirts over my head and walked into the apartment.

I found him in the study. A banker’s light illuminated a small sphere on his desk. He was working in a pair of pajama pants.

“Is this normal?” I asked, walking toward him. “Do kings work all hours of the night?”

He frowned. “This one does.”

I recognized the look on his face. It was the same one I wore when I was buried in research.