Page 125 of Crownless King

The tip of his engorged cock probed at my entrance. Yet he held my hips tightly, his forehead pressed to my shoulder. His arms shook.

“Sparrow, is this what you want?”

I rocked my pelvis against him. The ridge of his erection brushed by my core, blinding me with a flash of need.

“Voron…” His name rolled off my tongue like an illicit plea, followed by a needy whimper. “It’s what we both want. And there is nothing and no one to stop us.”

Maybe he could resist me. Maybe he should’ve tortured me the way I’d tortured him. But he granted me the mercy I’d denied him. Raising his hips, he slid inside me, filling the emptiness in me.

I exhaled, relaxing into him. Every part of me merged with the corresponding part of him, perfectly linked and aligned.

“I need you,” he croaked.

Cradling my head in one hand, he cupped my backside with the other, rolling us over. His body covered mine. His groans turned feral as he pounded into me. Each thrust felt as if it was his last one. Desperate. Punishing. Brutal. And I took it all, begging for more.

I needed it to be just like this, wild and real, Voron proving to both of us that this wasn’t a dream. We were together. And this is how it was going to stay.

He roared, tossing his head back. The moment the spasms of his release subsided, he slid down my body. Gripping my thighs, he lapped at my heated core. He found my clit with his tongue. I fisted the sheets, my body braced for pleasure.

Orgasm washed over me, rocking my hips against his mouth. Gripping his hair between my fingers, I rode his tongue as he licked and teased every last shudder of ecstasy out of me.

“Sparrow,” he murmured, kissing up my body. “My sweet, precious, brave little bird. My love. My life.” He punctuated every endearment with a kiss placed higher and higher up my body.

I caught the latest kiss on my mouth.

“I want you,” he begged against my lips.

“Again?” I giggled at his eagerness.

“I never stopped.”

Grabbing my hips, he flipped me onto my stomach and entered me from behind. He leaned over my back. His hands found my breasts, playing with my nipples. New sparks of desire shimmered through me, and Voron moaned, resonating with my pleasure.

With an arm around my middle, he straightened, lifting me with him. My back pressed to his chest, I gripped the vines of the bed posts, standing on my knees as he pounded into me from behind.

“By gods…” he panted. “What are you doing to me, Sparrow?”

The torture in his voice brought to mind the words in his journal. Only there was a relief for our longing now. He dropped his hand, fingering my most sensitive spot. A charge of pleasure surged through my lower belly. I rocked against his hand, and he rubbed harder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into me.

The vines curled and branched in my hands. They spread chaotically in every direction, turning Voron’s neat luxurious bed into an overgrown nest of wilderness. At that moment, it suited him, for he roared like a wild beast, pumping his orgasm into me. I bent over, coming on his hand and around his cock. My inner muscles spasmed, milking his climax with mine. The pleasant, potent scent of his release mixed with the smell of our heated bodies.

Spent, I would’ve crashed down onto the mattress, but Voron caught me, gently lowering me into the sheets with him.

He curled around me, holding me from behind. His one arm was wrapped around my middle, the other slipped between my breasts, the tips of his fingers tracing the lines of my mating mark.

Peace descended upon me, one I’d never felt before. Everything was as it should be, and I felt whole. I didn’t miss the parts of my past I no longer remembered and felt no regrets about those that I did. Instead, I looked forward to the future.

He kissed my shoulder. “I’ve sourced theyarapearl as you asked, remember? Only it came after you were gone. Do you still want to use it?”

Well, it was way too late for that, wasn’t it?

With a long breath in, I turned in his arms, needing to see his face.

He smiled lazily, brushing a strand of my hair from my forehead. “A part of me is afraid of falling asleep now. I fear you’d disappear again if I do.”

I cupped his nape. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. But I have something to tell you.” I kept my eyes on his, determined not to miss a single change in them. “When I left Elaros, I was pregnant. I have a son now.Wehave a son.”

ChapterThirty-Two

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