Page 47 of Crowned

“Cove…” I whisper, my voice breathy, filled with a need I can’t hide.

“Yes, baby?” His voice is low, teasing, as his lips find the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

I can’t say it. I don’t know how to put into words what I want – what I need – but he seems to understand anyway. His hands slide to my thighs, gripping them firmly as he lifts me slightly, positioning me so I’m straddling him instead of perched on his lap.

“You’ve got to tell me what you want, Mai-Tai,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow circles on my hips, just above where I desperately want him to touch.

“I want you,” I admit, my cheeks flushing even as the words tumble out. “I need you.”

The growl that rumbles from his chest is low and primal, and it sends a thrill straight through me. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that again.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip the edges of his shirt that I’m still wearing, pulling it off in one swift motion. The heat in Cove’s gaze is enough to keep me warm.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he says, his voice rough, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over me.

His lips capture mine in a heated kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that leaves me dizzy. His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

I can feel every inch of him through his sweats, hard and throbbing against me. My hips move instinctively, grinding against him as I moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, Malia,” he groans, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then stop waiting,” I whisper, my hands tugging at his t-shirt. He helps me pull it off, and I run my hands over his chest, marveling at the heat of his skin and the way his muscles ripple under my touch.

He shifts beneath me, his hands sliding down to push his sweats down, just enough to free himself. My breath catches at the sight of him, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with evidence of just how much he wants me.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice softer now, his hands pausing on my hips, as his eyes search mine.

“Yes,” I say without hesitation, my voice steady. “I’m sure.”

He lifts me slightly, positioning me over him, and the anticipation makes my whole body tremble. His hand moves between us, guiding himself to my entrance.

The stretch as he pushes inside is intense, but it’s everything I need. I let out a shaky breath, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. I relax and let gravity help us do our thing, groaning when he’s fully seated inside me.

“God, Malia,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening. “You feel so fucking good.”

I can’t speak. I can only move, my hips rolling as I find a rhythm, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through me. Cove meets me thrust for thrust, his hands guiding my movements as his lips find mine again in a desperate, hungry kiss.

The movie playing in the background is long forgotten. The world outside these walls doesn’t exist. It’s just Cove and me, our bodies moving together in perfect sync, our breaths mingling as we lose ourselves in each other.

The pressure builds quickly, my body already sensitive from the high he gave me earlier. I can feel the tension coiling deep inside, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“Cove,” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin as I cling to him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. “Let go for me. Again. Come for me. Once more. You know you can do it.”

His words send me over the edge. My climax hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. I cry out his name, my body trembling as he holds me through it, his own release following seconds later.

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me as we collapse against the seat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, neither of us speaks, the silence filled only by the sound of our hearts pounding in unison.

“You okay?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Yeah,” I whisper, my lips curving into a smile as I rest my head against his chest. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He tightens his arms around me, his voice filled with warmth. “Because we’re not letting you go, Mai-Tai. Not ever.”

It’s been three days since we came up with the plan and I reached out to some of my underground contacts, but finally, one of them got back to me and arranged a meeting.

The only trouble is, they insisted I come alone. Which the prof was not happy about. In fact, no one was happy about it. Especially Malia.

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