Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“I need you,” he groaned.

I nodded. “I need you too.” I feathered my fingers over his ears.

“It can’t be dictated. It can’t be controlled.” He lifted my hem, revealing the satin panties that matched the black dress.

My breathing escalated as his mouth began to explore exposed slivers of skin. I pushed my hips forward. He nipped at the satin, taking it roughly in his teeth.

“You’re mine.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Mine when I want you.” He pushed the panties to the widest curve of my ass.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His tongue worked to separate my folds, pushing to my clit.

The boat rocked gently and I leaned forward, catching myself on Damon’s broad shoulders.

“Shit,” I groaned. His tongue lapped deeper.

“Take these off,” he directed.

I shimmied out of the panties without question. He leaned backward on the bed.

“I want dessert first.”

Holy shit. I’d never done anything like this. I climbed on top of the king, fully dressed in his tuxedo. My evening gown, splayed around me. I hesitated, but Damon was strong. He planted me right above his face. His tongue traced over my entrance as I sank down.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. My head falling back as I began to lose control.

His tongue darted in and out as I rode faster. My hips jutted against the friction he provided my clit. I was soaring high quickly. I looked out at the sea. Damon’s fingers began to explore my thighs and then I felt the pressure on my backside.

I bounced when his finger breached the rim of my rosebud. It felt too good. Epic sensations coursed through me.

“Come, baby. Come for me.”

He sucked my clit powerfully, pushing his finger deep in my ass. It was a beautiful combination of erotic vibrations, ricocheting from my pussy to my ass.

“Oh yes.” I panted, feeling the freedom that followed the first breach of the orgasm. I gave in. Falling. Spiraling. Crashing. Until I was useless.

Damon kissed the inside of my thigh, before directing it to the other side of his body.

I sighed. No man made me feel like he did. I thought it was a heat-of-the-moment sex confession, but I started to believe I really did belong to him.

There was a ding, similar to a door bell.

“What is that?” I asked. I had barely caught my breath.

“That is dinner.” He sat forward, straightening his tie. “Shall we?”

“But I—look at me.” I was flushed and my straight hair was wild.

“You look sexy.” He winked.

I leaned to the floor for my panties.

“Leave them.”