Page 54 of Crowned

Lilia gazes down at my tattoos and then digs all of her fingernails into my chest. Her lips parted and panting, she drags them viciously down with all her strength. I groan and clench my muscles against the pain.

But I can’t help the smile on my lips.

The second time she does it over my already flayed skin, I’m still smiling, but it fuckinghurts.

I deserve every blaze of pain.

Her expression is feverish, and she straddles me, squeezing me with her thighs.

“You need me, Lilia. Your life will not be the same without me.”

She reaches between her legs and wraps her hand around my girth. “I don’t need you. I just need this.”

I rock my hips beneath her, loving the way her body lifts and falls on mine.

“You have always wanted me.” I break off with a groan as her hand massages up and down the length of my cock.

“I don’t want you. It’s just the pregnancy hormones.”

“Was it pregnancy hormones when we were in the pantry at your husband’s house? I thrust my fingers into you and you clenched so needily around me.”

“Shutup.” Lilia keeps one hand around my cock and rakes the nails of her other hand down my chest, and I groan in pleasure and pain.

“I like the tattoos you are giving me. They tell a new story on top of the old.” The reaper I earned after my tenth kill. The cross that marks the occasion I nearly died. The bright red score marks from Lilia’s nails tell a tale of fury, desire, and love.

I reach between her splayed thighs and find her clit. I stroke my thumb in slow circles over her, and her head falls back as her face flushes. I listen to the increasing pitch of her moans, but it’s not enough. I want more.

“I never get to lick you. Come up here and give me your pussy.” She doesn’t seem to know what I’m asking for and stares down at me in confusion. “Sit on my face,solnyshko.”

“But I’m—I’m too heavy.”

I just laugh and pull her up toward me. Lilia walks her knees up my chest and straddles my shoulders, and I get a good look at her glistening wet pussy. She’s still too far away, so I wrap my arms tighter around her and plant my lips on her clit. Then I give her a slow, sensuous lick. Lilia gasps aloud and grasps the headboard.

“Can you breathe like that?” she asks uncertainly, trying to edge away.

I pull her firmly back against my mouth. Who fucking cares. I’ll manage somehow. With some encouraging strokes of my hands, Lilia arches her back and rides my face like it’s my cock.

The other two can definitely hear us, and I have the feeling someone’s watching us. He’ll wait until Lilia is too far gone before he makes his presence known. He better, or I’ll fucking kill him.

Lilia’s moans increase in pitch, and she’s teetering on the brink when I push her away from my face. I can see her now, her swollen belly, and her hands gripping the headboard. Her cheeks flush and her eyes are dark and needy.

She gives a cry of dismay. “Why did you stop?”

“Ask me to make you come. You know I love to hear you say my name.”

My name. I want it on her lips as she comes. This isn’t about her hormones or the fact that we’re all trapped in here together. She needs me and I’m going to hear her say it.

Annoyance flashes over her beautiful face. “What makes you think I’m going to give you anything you want?”

Lilia wriggles back down my body and grasps my cock. She lines me up at her entrance and then sinks down my entire length. The anger melts from her face as she cries out.

I hold on to her hips and tip my head back with a groan of ecstasy. She’s gripping my cock like a vise.

Oh, yes, Lilia.

You are showing me.

Teach me that fucking lesson.

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