Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

His tongue circled my rosebud again, coating it so he could add another finger. I whimpered. He was spreading me to complete fullness. I didn’t know if I could handle it, but I wanted it.

“I’ll stop.”

“No,” I cried. “It feels too good. Please don’t.”

I heard the pained growl from his chest as he lowered his mouth to my ass again, licking and pumping his fingers. My hole was twitching and burning from his tongue and fingers. I needed and wanted them both.

Just when I thought I had hit the height of nirvana, his cock slipped into my pussy and I howled with pleasure. I’d never been so filled in my life. I rocked back,

sinking onto his fingers and his cock at the same time. His fingers in my ass made his cock feel even bigger than before.

“Fuck. There’s nowhere to move,” he hissed. “I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes. Yes.”

I rocked wildly, clenching his cock harder than I ever had.

We had forgotten condoms. We had forgotten breakfast with the ambassador. The only thing that existed was the love flowing through our bodies and the most intense orgasms we’d ever experienced.

I fisted the pillows in my hand as my first wave exploded inside me. The tears spilled down my cheeks. There was nowhere else for my release to go. My muscles seized with intensity when I heard Nic grunt behind me.

“Come, love,” I coaxed.

“But…”

“Please.”

“Fuck, princess.” He unloaded everything that he had left inside me. I stilled while he pumped and vibrated.

Slowly his fingers retreated and he lowered me to the sheets, his cock still inside me. I loved the intimacy we shared. I loved the fullness of him inside me.

“I do love you, Kenley DuBois.”

“And I love you. I always have,” I whispered.

“Ready to tell the world?”

I held his hand against my heart. It was still beating out of control.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

21

Dominic

If there was one person who couldn’t possibly give me shit about my relationship with Kenley, it was my brother. I was on my way to his residence. Kenley’s resignation letter was in my hand. In my jacket, I had the folded letter about my daughter. Kenley insisted I tell him both things at once. I couldn’t keep secrets from the king. I knew she was right. She always was.

The guard nodded when I arrived.

“The king is expecting me,” I explained.

I pressed the button on the private elevator and rode to the upstairs apartments. Molly was in the study surrounded by notecards and papers. She had a cup of tea and her glasses were on her head.

“Good morning.”

“Oh, Dominic. Hi. Damon just got out of the shower. Do you want some coffee? Tea?”

“I’ll take coffee,” I answered.