Page 41 of Crowned

“What? No, I didn’t?—”

He chuckles and climbs into the shower with me, making me shiver as a blast of cold air hits me.

“Sure, sure, little dot. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

I splash him but it’s completely pointless because one, the water’s hot, and two, he’s way taller than me, so all I do is splash droplets onto his chest. Then all I can do is stare, mesmerised, as they slowly roll down his toned, monochrome tattooed chest. He’s chiselled to perfection and my mouth waters like those beads on his abdomen are the only drops of water in a desert, and I’m parched beyond belief.

“See something you like, little dot?” he asks, his tone low and teasing. I shake my head, even as my pebbling nipples betray me, and his smirk only grows as he closes the distance between us. “Oh, I think you do, princess.”

Before I can blink, his lips are on mine with a fierce heat that rivals the pounding shower. One huge hand cups my face, his long fingers tangling in the wet strands of my hair that have plastered themselves to my cheek, and the other grips my thigh, lifting my leg up over his hip. I hook it around his waist and pull him closer, eagerly sliding my hands up his muscular arms to his broad shoulders as I kiss him back, like he’s the oxygen I need while drowning.

He releases my cheek, his fingers pulling on my ensnared locks, the sharp spike of pain making me gasp. He swallows the sound but I can’t ignore the pulse between my thighs.

Did I like that?

No time to think about the answer because he grabs my ass in both hands and hauls me up his body, dragging my needy pussy along the ridges of his abs, making me groan.

When he breaks our kiss, I tilt my head back, panting for breath. My heart feels like it’s trying to escape my ribcage with how hard it’s beating. I’ve missed him so much, and whilst this wasn’t what I had in mind to show him that, it’s a hell of a good idea.

Cupping his face between my palms, I drag his lips back to mine. And when our lips meet again, it’s like a spark ignites between us, a fiery passion that consumes everything else around us.

The shower seems to roar to life, the water cascading down upon us in a waterfall of sensations, a symphony of sound and fury. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of me as if he can’t get enough. And I can’t either.

His fingers find their way between my warm thighs, delving into the depths of my desire with an urgency that electrifies my senses. I moan into his mouth, the sound mingling with the roar of the water and the sharp intake of his breath.

He grips me tighter, his touch both demanding and gentle, sending shivers down my spine. “You feel so good,” he growls, his voice low and thick with desire. “I’ve missed you so much, Malia.”

God, I’ve missed him too. I’ve missed the way his touch can make every nerve ending in my body sing, the way his eyes can make me feel seen and cherished, the way his laughter can make me smile even on the darkest days. He presses me against the shower wall, his lips claiming mine as he plunges deep into my core. The pleasure is overwhelming, primal and untamed, and I cling to him as the world dissolves into a whirlwind around us.

“I want you.”

His lips on my neck, teeth gently scraping, leaving a trail of desire for him to follow. I can’t help but shiver at the feeling. His hands are everywhere, exploring and caressing, making me want more of his touch.

“I want you too, Bhodi,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of the shower. “I need you.”

He chuckles, a low rumbling sound that vibrates through me. “You’re going to get your wish, darlin’,” he says, trailing kisses down my neck, his voice muffled by the water.

With one hand, he grips my ass, lifting me higher against his hard body. With the other, he reaches between us, his fingers sinking deep into my core. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming me. His thumb presses against my throbbing clit, sending me over the edge.

“Oh God,” I moan, my head falling back against the tiles with a thud that I can’t summon the energy to care about. “Bhodi, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

He grinds against me, his eyes burning with desire. “I won’t,” he promises, continuing to explore me with his skilled fingers. “I won’t ever stop, Malia.”

The words send a shiver down my spine, and I grip him tighter, my legs wrapping around his waist like a boa constrictor, refusing to let him go. “Take me, Bhodi,” I plead, my voice filled with need. “I want all of you. Please. I need you inside me.”

“Fuck, little dot, you’re killing me,” he breathes. “Come for me and I’ll give you my cock. Soak my hand and I’ll reward you by filling you right up, until you’re leaking all day long.”

With a scream, his words cause me to shatter and I flood his hand with my release. I’m flying so high I’m barely aware of what’s happening, other than Bhodi’s fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last drop, as he murmurs words of encouragement and praise.

“Fuck,” I finally pant when I come back down to earth.

“Are you ready for me?” I nod. “Hold on tight.”

With a fierce urgency, he sinks inside me, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously. My eyes roll back in my head and I hiss as the intense pleasure washes over me.

“Are you okay?”

“God, yes,” I groan, loving the pain.

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