Page 43 of Brazen King

She likes spending time with me.

Or at the very least, she like the way I fuck her.

Daring to test the waters, I wrap an arm around her waist and gently pull her to me. To my intense enjoyment, she doesn’t resist. And I bring her back against my chest, tucking her full hips against the curve of mine so I can hold her.

I hum appreciatively, pressing kisses along the curve of her neck as I give us both time to recuperate, and Natasha turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.

“What?” she asks quietly, her voice husky with the lingering bliss.

“We’re snuggling. Does this mean we’ve reached a new level in our relationship?” I tease.

Natasha gives an adorable snort, and her gray eyes flash with silent warning. “We arenotin a relationship.”

“But you do like me,” I counter, running my hand along the soft curve of her body.

Again she scoffs. “Hardly. This is strictly physical—a deal I’ve made until I can finish the job my father gave me.”

I give her already-taut nipple a light pinch to call her attention to the fact that they’re still hard with arousal. And she sucks in a sharp breath as it makes them harden further.

“You can’t deny you’re attracted to me though,” I tease. “I think I’m getting under your skin.”

“You wish,” Natasha murmurs, but her tone is laced with arousal, she’s not at all convincing. And no matter her protests, I know she feels it too—she’s falling for me.

Just like I’m falling for her.

18

NATASHA

Killian has me on my knees, my ass in the air and my cheek pressed against the bed as he takes me from behind with a ruthless kind of pleasure. The wet sound of our skin slapping together intensifies the excitement that coils in my belly as his deft fingers circle my clit.

And despite myself, I rock back against him, needy for every last inch of his thick length.

I’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s wrung from me tonight. But as a fresh one rips through me, my body aches with exhaustion and deep, all-consuming contentment.

I moan, the sound nothing short of lusty. But at this point, I’m beyond caring. He’s used me so well, all I can think about is the euphoria that thrums through my veins, turning the night into a haze of carnal satisfaction.

It’s like he knows just how to touch me, his calloused fingers astonishingly gentle even as he takes control. The feel of his iron abs against the small of my back, his muscular arms caging my waist. He’s everywhere all at once, demanding my satisfaction until he’s used up every delicious drop.

The heat of his seed floods my channel as he pumps me full of cum. And though I’ll never admit it, feeling him come with me sends a ripple of pleasure up my spine and out to my fingers and toes.

Our bodies pulse together, his rock-hard cock throbbing inside of me while my walls grip him again and again. And the animalistic grunt that issues from deep in his chest makes my clit twitch beneath his fingers.

“You feel so damn good, love,” he groans, his hot breath washing across the back of my neck and raising goosebumps there.

His lips brush my nape, and I shiver against him. Though he stills against me as we come down from our bliss, my hips roll of their own accord to take him deep inside me once more. And his cock throbs in response.

Breathing heavily after our exertions, I let my eyes sink closed. And when he eases out of me, I’m left with an aching hollowness. Like my body is no longer whole unless he’s buried in my depths.

The bed rocks gently as he collapses onto the mattress, and when I open my eyes, his sculpted perfection is sprawled across the sheets, glistening with sweat and drawing my eyes to each muscular line. He might be over a decade older than me, but Killian is in his prime.

He’s a man in every sense of the word. The hint of a five o’clock shadow colors his powerful jaw. It’s just a shade darker than the shock of blond he wears in seemingly intentional disarray. And somehow, that unruly hair that falls into his eyes suits him perfectly. The close fade reaches nearly to his temples before the longer locks on top seem to take on a life of their own. And I’m dangerously tempted to run my fingers through their golden silky-looking softness.

Instead, I lower myself onto the bed, allowing my exhausted muscles to relax as I sprawl on my belly. Killian’s appetite is insatiable, and I can’t deny that mine seems nearly as extreme when it comes to his expert touch. But the feathery softness of the comforter beneath me threatens to carry me off to sleep if I let it.

As if sensing my inner struggle, Killian turns his head until his light-green eyes find mine. A smirk curls the corners of his skilled lips, and he tucks one muscular forearm beneath his head to get a better look at me.

“Need a break, love?” he teases gently.

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