Page 119 of Unforgiving Queen
“You’re no longer my go-to for bucket list ideas.” His smirk disappeared, and I smiled smugly. “I have someone else for that.”
He moved so fast I didn’t get the chance to draw another breath. The air escaped me in a rush as he grabbed me by the back of the throat and yanked me against him. My heart pounded in my chest, and despite almost freezing in the sea, I was suddenly burning up.
“Who is it?” he growled, his voice rougher. “It’s Darius, isn’t it?” I was trying to catch my breath. Much to my horror, every inch of my body responded to his dominance. “I’m going to kill him.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer. He crushed his mouth against mine, and all my plans vanished into thin air.
All-consuming heat raced through my veins like wildfire and erupted into a full-blown volcano. My heart thundered with such a force it made me dizzy. My pussy throbbed, remembering how he felt inside me.
“I’m going to kill every man who has ever touched you,” he whispered against my throat.
Amon plundered my mouth—hard and rough—and I loved it. It was what I’d craved in those lonely days, weeks, months, years.
My hands wrapped around his neck and we let our blankets slide to the ground. He yanked me even closer, my chest pressing against his. His hips shifted, grinding his length against me. A small moan bubbled in my throat.
“You’re mine.” His whisper ghosted over my lips as he tugged on my hair.
Tears burned in the backs of my eyes and the throbbing in my lower belly intensified. “It’s just sex,” I hissed.
He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged hard. Pain and pleasure spiraled through me. I had no idea how we’d gotten back into the suite. The world faded and so did my thoughts as I succumbed to lust.
Our kisses were desperate, our tongues dancing against one another’s. His fingers peeled the wet panties and bra off my body. I pulled off his boxers, leaving us standing naked, chests heaving.
He broke the kiss, a low growl vibrating in his throat. Our hearts raced as we stared at each other, embers burning bright in his gaze. Every inch of me was flushed with arousal, but he was impacted too as I stared at his shaft growing larger and harder under my gaze.
“Are you sure?” My heart screamed its confirmation although I didn’t voice it. It had always been him. I couldn’t stop loving him any more than I could stop breathing. “I don’t want you to regret it.”
“I won’t.”The lights and sun rays sparkled and so did my heart. My body vibrated with his closeness, his body heat finding its way under my skin. I licked my lips in anticipation, his eyes following the movement. He watched me with such a tender look in his eyes that it made my chest ache.
“I don’t want to hurt you, cinnamon girl.” The air was so heavy and thick that it put pressure on the backs of my eyes.Oh, you romantic fool, my mind whispered.
“I have an IUD,” I breathed, trying to put some distance between my heart and this lust. I needed some boundaries.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone…” His voice trailed off, but I didn’t dare finish his sentence for him. Then his mouth touched mine so softly, it could barely be called a kiss.
To hide my reaction, I forced out, “I don’t want to talk.” I just want to feel. This fire. This desire. But not these feelings.
As if he understood me, he ordered, “Get on your hands and knees.”
My skin pebbled with goose bumps at his rough command, barely reining in his control. And like a fool—or a woman intent on chasing her pleasure—I did as he commanded.
The mattress dipped under my weight. My curls fell forward into my face and I threw a look over my shoulder. Amon came up behind me, slipped a hand between my legs, and rubbed my swollen clit.
The jolt of pleasure wrenched a loud moan from my throat.
“That’s right,” he purred. “Let me hear your voice.”
He pushed a finger inside me while keeping his thumb on my clit, curling it and hitting my sensitive spot. He played with me, dragging it out only to shove it back in.
My head fell back.
His breathing harshened. My thighs quivered. I wouldn’t last long, not like this. His chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths. His cock brushed against my drenched entrance, and the whole time, I watched him over my shoulder, needing to see him. Sunshine glimmered through the windows and cast sharp shadows across his face. The blaze of lust in his eyes would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already kneeling.
“Amon.” His name escaped on a moan. Wetness slickened my thighs, and my pleasure built with every brush of his knuckles against my bare pussy. My body shuddered violently.
“I fucking love when you say my name,” he growled, fisting my hair and jerking my head back until his mouth hovered near my ear. “Now scream it.”
He slammed into me from behind with a vicious thrust and his name ripped from my throat on a scream. He was big, his size stretching me to the point of pain. Tears sprung to my eyes as he thrust into me with a roughness I wasn’t used to from him.
