Page 23 of Crownless King

“I already have.”

ChapterSeven

SPARROW

Voron licked his lips on his way to me. He tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, then ripped it off over his head.

I sucked in a breath as he took my face between his hands.

“Voron…” I searched his eyes. They were dark and filled with determination.

Lowering his head, he touched my lips with his. There was passion in his touch, almost bordering on desperation, but no hesitation. He no longer fought it, kissing me thoroughly and without haste.

My heart raced. My stomach fluttered with butterflies the size of crows. I splayed my hands on his chest. He was shirtless now, all mine to touch, and he didn’t pull away.

With a moan against my mouth, he walked me backwards until my back hit a post of my bed.

“My Sparrow. All mine,” he murmured, kissing my face, then my neck, and down along my collarbone. “For the entire night.”

“Or longer,” I added, threading my fingers through his hair.

He looked up at me, and I met his gaze with a smile. His expression remained serious, however, as if he was on a mission, not simply about to get in bed with me. He didn’t reply, just took me into his arms and laid me on the bed. He kissed the dip between my collarbones. Tenderly. So sweetly, my throat tightened.

He patiently unbuttoned the tiny silver buttons down the neckline of my nightshirt, then just ripped the flimsy material all the way down to my belly button.

“Hey, I liked this shirt,” I exhaled breathily.

He shook his head with a lopsided smirk.

“It hidthisfrom me.” He threw the sides of my shirt open, exposing my naked body. His eyes flashed with heat. He cupped the underside of my breast. “Gods, Sparrow, do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

I just smiled in response. Voron always made me feelamazingabout myself. When he looked at me like that, with eyes full of longing and hunger, I felt like the most desirable, the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what anyone else said or what I might think when scrutinizing myself in the mirror.

Propped on an elbow above me, he gently massaged my breast, rolling the nipple under his thumb.

“I’ll keep you awake all night, little bird. Please don’t hold it against me.”

“It depends.” I gasped softly, his touch zapping through me with desire.

“On what?”

I shrugged a shoulder with a teasing grin. “On what you’re planning to do with me all night.”

“How about this?” He lowered his head and kissed the tip of my other breast. My nipple hardened between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

Heat surged through me, pressing with need between my thighs. I drew in a sharp breath and released it with a long moan as he continued to play with my breasts. He thrust his hips against my thigh, and I felt how impossibly hard he already was.

I reached down for the laces of his pants. “Let me take that thing out before it rips through your clothes.”

“Sparrow, sweetheart, you have no idea how long I’ve been in this state.”

He shifted up a little to allow me to untie the lacing.

“You want me so?” I teased, shoving his pants down his trim hips.

“Constantly,” he moaned between the kisses on the side of my neck. “I don’t remember the last time I fell asleep without pleasuring myself first. Because the moment I close my eyes, you’re always there. I can’t rest. I can’t sleep. And now that I have you here, in my home, I can’t even pretend I wish to stay away…”

He slipped a hand between my legs and growled softly at finding me soaking wet already.

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