Page 24 of Crownless King

“You want me, too, don’t you, little bird? I’ve seen how you look at me. You can’t hide your emotions to save your life. And lust is especially hard to hide. Believe me, I know.” He caressed ever so gently between my folds, spreading my arousal. “Tell me you touch yourself while thinking about me?”

I hadn’t, not yet. I’d resisted doing it so far because I knew whatever relief I’d get wouldn’t be the same as him touching me.

“I wanted to, Voron. Many times. But I need your touch more than mine.” I breathed out a moan as he pressed just a little harder. “Oh, yes… I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Since the day of that silly inspection you conducted of me.”

He smirked smugly.

“I knew I heard some rather interesting sounds from you, then.”

“Interesting?” I struggled to breathe under the swells of pleasure rolling through me from under his dexterous fingers.

“Your sweet whimpers and tiny moans, my little bird. They have been haunting me ever since that day. Let me hear them again.”

He slipped a finger inside me, running it along my inner walls in circles. I arched my back, taking it deeper.

He chuckled at my eagerness. “Slow down, my sweet Sparrow. Let me make it last.”

Taking his sweet time, he played my body, strumming every nerve with desire. I writhed under him as he kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples while his deft fingers danced inside me.

Ripples of pleasure ran through me, but none of them was strong enough to bring on the release I craved.

Every now and then, he’d press his thumb where I needed him most, zapping me with ecstasy. But he’d ease the pressure quickly, letting me squirm in desperate need once again.

“Please, Voron, please…” I pressed my legs together, trapping his hand between them. Arching my back, I rubbed my thighs against each other, gyrating against his hand in desperation. But he stopped moving his fingers, depriving me of the little stimulation I had. “Oh, you’re a mean, cruel man,” I groaned, letting my legs drop to the sides and freeing his hand. “Do you always have to be in control?”

“When it comes to you, sweetheart, I’ve lost my control long ago,” he growled. Taking his engorged length in his hand, he fitted himself between my legs. “I’ve lost my fucking mind.”

He drove into me in one long, punishing thrust.

I mewled, shifting up the mattress to escape the pressure of his massive cock invading me. The stretch was intense, overpowering the tingling need for a moment.

“Is this what you want, little bird?” he gritted through his teeth.

I exhaled as my body adjusted and eased around his.

“Yes.” I gripped his shoulders as he pulled back a little, only to push right back in again. “Oh, yes…”

I slid my hands down his back, then gripped the hard mounds of his butt cheeks. His muscles contracted under my palms as he thrust again. Slowly, so slowly. His arms shook.

“By all the fucking gods of Nerifir…” he cursed under his breath. “It’s been so long, so fucking long… And you feel so good.”

A shudder ran through his entire body, and he jerked out of me, shifting away. His head tossed back, his teeth bared, he pumped his length in his fist with a growl. Long, creamy spurts of his release shot out, hitting the sheet under us.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from him kneeling at my spread legs, his strong beautiful body arched back, his massive erection pointing straight up, fisted in his hand.

The muscles in his arms rippled as he exhaled a shuddering breath. His shoulders slumped forward, and he peered at me apologetically between the hair that draped over his eyes.

“So much for memaking it last,” he said, his hard-on relaxing to a half-mast position.

I laughed softly, with only a slight hint of disappointment. He’d made me come before on many occasions. If we were to spend the rest of the night just cuddling in bed, I was all for it. Voron hadn’t cuddled, at least not when he was fully awake. And I was looking forward to him holding me in his arms.

“Well, ifstaying upisn’t happening…” I closed my legs and stretched my arms toward him. “Come lie down with me.”

He leaned forward, sliding his hands up my hips.

“But I’m not finished with you yet.”

Gripping my hips, he rolled me over on my belly, then helped me get up on all fours. He stretched on his back under me, fitting his head between my legs.

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