Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

His hands traced my back, stopping to squeeze and massage my breasts. He coasted over my waist and along my hips, before lifting my ass in the air.

He pressed a kiss onto my back. I held the post. My eyes closed as he spread my legs.

He nudged himself between my legs and with a powerful thrust, he surged inside my body. I screamed out with pleasure, rocking into him.

He moved in and out of me with slow strokes. Each one slower than the last. I begged for more.

“Vaughn, please,” I pleaded. The pressure was intense. His cock thick inside me.

“I don’t want it to end.” His words almost sounded haunted.

He hilted himself inside me and I hissed, pulling against the tie on the bed. I was at his mercy. Like I had been only minutes before. That had been about filling me with everything he had. This was about timing. Accepting the pleasure. Lingering in it. Discovering the slowness. The rawness of his hot flesh sliding into mine.

“I don’t either,” I moaned. “I don’t.”

My body arched and quivered. Every time he pushed inside me I felt something new and different. As if we were being tied together. Sewn into each other’s skin.

The fire crackled across the room. Vaughn circled his arms around me, landing on the ribbon he tied. He pulled on the end, loosening the knot until it fell from my wrists.

He pulled his cock from me and I whimpered from the emptiness.

But just as quickly he lifted me from the bed and laid me on the floor in front of the fire.

My body burned for him. I thought I would burst into flames from the inside out, but he pushed my knees aside as he began to sink his cock inside me.

His mouth landed on mine and he pushed inside. I groaned. I clawed and grasped at him. Our bodies crawled over each other. We rode each other. We kissed and fucked. Our bodies were slick with sweat. He pushed inside me, sending me to dark and carnal places. He flipped me on my stomach, taking me from behind. Before he neared his orgasm, he rolled on his back, tugging me to straddle him backward. I knew he was watching my every thrust as I slid over his shaft up and down. His hands splayed across my ass, inching closer to the forbidden zone. I didn’t know if I wanted it again or not, only that I loved fucking him like this. I was in control of the speed and the angles. We moved in rhythm. We lost our breath. We lost our minds.

My hands caressed my breasts, massaging over my nipples.

“You drive me fucking insane when you do that, Em.”

“Good,” I teased.

I rubbed my palms over my hips before traveling back to my tits.

“Fuck it,” he growled.

He reared up, sending me forward.

“Oh God,” I squealed. His cock popped from my entrance before he spread my knees wide. I was mesmerized by the flames in front of me.

The blue and dancing light jumping between the logs. Searing and blistering as the fire licked and billowed in the grate. Just then the head of Vaughn’s shaft slid inside me as I struggled to find something to grasp. He was at a new level of animalistic intensity. It felt so incredible I hummed as my breathing turned to ragged pants.

“Oh fuck me, Vaughn. Fuck me,” I begged.

He sent a powerful stroke between my legs and I trembled with dizziness.

“Like that?” he groaned.

“Yes. Again. Please.”

“I can’t fucking stop.”

I stayed on my hands and knees as Vaughn fucked me one last time. I couldn’t last any longer. I was exhausted. I shook with weariness as he pinched and squeezed my nipple as it draped the pile of blankets and pillows we had brought with us to the floor.

“You fucking belong to me, Em,” he growled.

I bucked under him. Another orgasm was about to claim me.