Page 24 of King of Justice

I linked my fingers over his neck and kicked off my heels. “Have I told you how much I like your apartment?”

Nathan smirked. “Just the apartment?”

I brought my mouth closer to his. “I guess you’re okay too.”

Nathan chuckled against my mouth. “We’re just getting started.”

With that, he kissed me soundly, forcing me to dip my head backwards. I let out a low moaning noise and tugged on the edges of his silky gray shirt. When I managed to pull it out of his trousers, Nathan growled, his mouth moving to my neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses there while I fumbled with his belt, growing more desperate by the passing second.

When his mouth traveled up to my ears, unexpectedly nipping at it, I inhaled sharply and caught the scent of musk and something else I couldn’t identify that had my eyes rolling back. The man smelled like someone had bottled up masculinity and woody sexiness, and he had doused himself in it. It made my mouth water.

All at once, Nathan hoisted me up and carried me in the direction of the dimly lit, carpeted hallway. At the end of the hallway, he paused, kicked a door open and stumbled into a spacious bedroom, painted in muted shades of gray and brown.

We stumbled onto the bed, a jumble of limbs and heavy breaths. He wasted no time in peeling the dress off of my body, and I made quick work of his suit, leaving him in his boxers. I paused to take him in, my heart jumping into my throat.

He was muscular but lean, all the hours he clearly put into his fitness showing on every single inch of his body. He was without a doubt the sexiest man I’d ever witnessed in my entire life. My eyes skimmed over him hungrily a couple of times, coming to a halt when I focused on the erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. Nathan smirked at me before pulling them down and kicking the fabric off, revealing his erection.

Holy shit.

He was huge.

My throat turned dry at the sight, and color rose up my cheeks.

“Like what you see?” Nathan crawled onto the bed and framed my face in his hands. “You look pretty sexy right now, Sophie.”

I lowered my head and bit down on my lower lip.

It had been too long since I’d been with a man.

Nathan nodded and ran his hands up and down my arms, helping me out of my bra and panties. “You’re so beautiful.”

I stretched out on the mattress, and he lifted my arms up over my head. When he kissed me this time, it was different, slow and sensual, as if he was teasing an answer out of me. I linked my legs over his hips and shifted, urging him closer. He grunted, and his hand drifted between us until his fingers darted in between my wetness.

Nathan used one finger to tease me, then another.

Sweat broke out across my back and across my forehead.

His mouth moved from my mouth to my neck, grazing the sensitive skin there as his fingers coaxed my release. I arched my back and cried out, my orgasm ripping through me.

“That’s it Sophie,” he smiled against my neck and withdrew his grip from my hands. Then he lifted himself up and in one quick thrust, he was inside of me, stretching myself to my limits. I gasped, wounding my fingers through his soft brown hair and tugged. Nathan responded by easing out and pushing back into me, even deeper this time, eliciting a moan.

Of their own accord, my hands traveled down to his back, tracing the muscles there. His skin was taut and firm to the touch, a runner’s body, and I enjoyed acquainting myself with every inch of it. Nathan leaned back and looked down at me, a strange glint in the depth of his expressive blue eyes. He bent down to kiss me, and I lifted my head up, tasting the sweet wine mixing with cinnamon on his breath.

He was intoxicating.

His hands moved to my dangling earrings, and he tugged. “You should only wear these from now on.”

I lifted my hips up and ground against him, desperate to feel every single inch of him filling me up. “Why?”

“Because you are fucking beautiful, Sophie,” he told me underneath his breath. “And you shouldn’t hide that. Do you have any idea how crazy you’re making me right now?”

With that, he buried his head in my neck and thrusted harder, his pace changing. At first, he was slow and gentle, taking his time. Not for long, however, because his movements became frenzied, as if he couldn’t contain himself any longer. I raked my fingers over his back, and one hand traced the length of my neck before settling on my chest. He pushed my breasts together, and shivers of desire raced up and down my spine.

It was as if I was going to explode into a million pieces, and I didn’t care.

Not as long as he kept touching me like that.

Like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

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