Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“I’m going to show you.” He smiled. “Show you how much I need you. How much I have to have you in my life. In my bed. In my world.”

My hands wrestled with the buckle on his jeans. I eagerly unzipped them and shoved them over his legs. He kicked them to the floor. I fisted the width of his shaft, letting it slide against my palm. He let out a groan.

His eyes flickered. He planted a kiss on my lips. My feet tucked around his waist as he nudged his cock against my heat. He hovered at my entrance, toying with the sensations, driving me mad, pushing me to desperation. I could see it in his eyes. The lust and the longing.

We were suspended in a place where our bodies called out to each other. Needed each other. Were feverish to own the other. Letting him back in was the only choice. I didn’t know how else to erase the lost time.

I clawed at his back, arched toward the ceiling, and spread my knees. I had relived this. Remembered his eyes on me. The feel of his cock waiting to take me. It was this moment I wanted. The rawness of it. The pureness of giving him my body. He pushed the tip of his shaft deep enough to make me gasp. I stretched around him. I moaned, waiting for the full contact when his body would be inside mine.

“Fuck,” he growled in my ear, thrusting with a powerful stroke until he was buried deep in my walls.

“Ohh.” I whimpered remembering how our bodies fit together like this. I stretched around him, blinded by the beautiful pain. He rocked into me. I could tell he was eager to move deep. To push our boundary. Bind us together in a new way.

He threaded his fingers through mine, taking my hands over my head. He pumped inside me again. I moaned.

“Vaughn, it’s too much.” I tried to catch my breath.

“It’s not enough,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you.” He kissed my throat as my head reeled back with another of his powerful surges.

He moved to his heels, pulling out of me. There was no time to protest or question him. I hated the sudden cold. I hated the immediate distance that was created when our bodies weren’t melted together. He flipped me on my stomach and began kissing my ankles. His lips moved to the back of my knees and up the sensitive lanes of my thighs. I held my breath when I felt the warmth of his lips press into the roundness of my ass. His hands coasted up to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh.

“So damn beautiful.” He sighed. “So sexy.” He drew a line down the center of my back with his finger. I shivered.

He crawled over top of me, his body lowering to align against mine. I felt the solidness of his shaft against my thigh. I was aching for it. I shifted my hips, tipping toward him. His hands stretched over my arms until his fingers were locked in mine. He kissed my neck, my ear, my cheek. I rocked back and forth. Each time his cock moved closer. Each time he rubbed our bodies together. The slickness of sex creating a heated friction.

“Oh, God, Vaughn,” I moaned. I had never wanted him so badly.

His teeth clamped on my shoulder.

I lifted my ass once again and he pushed inside me. We groaned at the contact. He slammed into me, ramming his thick shaft deep against my walls.

I screamed his name, but he muffled my cries with his lips and his tongue. His rhythm picked up speed. His pumps intensified.

“Fuck, Em. Fuck it.”

He sat back, bringing me off my stomach and onto my knees. I grabbed the headboard for leverage. I jutted back, sink

ing with all my force onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he howled.

I couldn’t stop. I needed him to feel it. To feel me. To experience the pleasure and the pain. To absorb it. To love it. To need it and crave it like I did. I kicked back again off the bed. His hands wrapped around my chest, pinching and pulling my nipples.

“Shit,” I hissed.

The pressure was intense. His cock too big. Our bodies were too explosive together. I bounced wildly, riding him higher and higher. I let go of the bed, scaling his body. Twisting and turning until we were face to face, my legs wrapped around him. We bucked up and down. Our mouths licked and sucked until our tongues twined with the same rhythm as our bodies. I held him in my arms. Clung to his neck. Breathed his breath. I was coated in his sweat. Covered in his scent. I was tangled in his arms.

“I never want to stop fucking you. Never.” He kissed me.

“Don’t. Please don’t.”

The tears burst from my eyes.

“Oh God.” He stared at me.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I urged. I let the tears fall.

He kissed the side of my cheek and then the other.