Page 124 of The Crown of a Fallen Queen
His thunder scatters across my skin like vines crawling up to my front, circling my breasts, zapping my nipples before it slithers across my stomach to hit my clit. The sensation booms like fireworks exploding in my core, and a gush of arousal squirts out of me.
“That was fucking hot.” He gathers my mane in one hand and tugs. “Keep those palms nice and flat to the bed. I’m not going to go easy on you.”
He rushes all the way in, and I gasp.
He’s bigger and thicker than I remembered, the angle far more delectable. Primal.
He sets a delirious pace and keeps me right there on the edge, his thick cock hitting that impossibly needy spot inside me with every thrust. The roots of my hair tingle deliciously as he tugs and releases my hair in turn.
Then, he stops and spreads my arousal from front to back, gently teasing my dark hole with his thumb.
“I like what I like, witch, and I will have your beautiful ass.”
The crown of his cock presses against the tight ring, and I exhale, shaking in anticipation. He pushes his hips forward, forcing past the tight muscles there.
A burst of fire slithers up my spine, but Seth pauses, letting me adjust around his bursting-hard shaft. He’s too big, but the pain of the invasion soothes my aching heart. His thunder delicately sparks in my pussy, making me hum, my clit now throbbing, begging for mercy.
He kneads the flesh of my ass with both hands. “Relax your muscles. Yes, like that. Take it all.”
I suck in air as he pushes deeper, filling me in ways I never even dreamed of, like he’s claiming my soul at the same time. I cry out his name in praise, but he slips a finger inside my mouth, filling me further.
Another thrust—quicker, rougher—and a low grunt escapes him. “See, witch? See how much you love my cock?”
He sounds close to unraveling, and I grin, sucking on his finger, salt and soap lingering on my tongue.
“So fucking tight and greedy, squeezing my cock like that. I could spend an eternity inside you. I can’t wait to try your mouth.”
His hands tighten around my hips as he sets a slow, controlled pace. The thunder writhes against my skin. I feel it inside me, too—something swelling, stretching me wide, pulsing right where I need it. My nipples ache. My heart beats between my legs like it’s a live, desperate thing.
Seth purrs in satisfaction, his big hands keeping his thrusts impossibly precise, despite all my moaning and writhing.
“Come, darling. Let me see how high my dark angel can fly with my cock deep in her ass.”
That sentence alone sends me over the edge. My name vanishes. My pain, my grief—all of it recedes to the depths of my subconscious. I plummet into white-hot oblivion, my arms and legs quaking, my toes curling. I’m falling, my dark hole pulsing around his shaft, demanding every drop of his seed.
I see a whole sky full of stars. Galaxies.
He curses under his breath, riding out the high until my arms shake.
His eyes glow with mischief as he rolls me over and kisses me languidly, my walls still pulsing. He drags his hand down between us and rubs my clit with the rough pad of his thumb. Once, and I’m falling again. Just like that.
“Let’s count together. Two.” His brows knit together as I grip his shoulder to steady myself through the orgasm. “Tut-tut. Palms to the mattress, remember.”
He barely gives me time to recover before thunder surges through me again.
“Three.”
The soft duvet tears in my grip.
He gives my left breast a punishing lick. “Four.”
I scream, but he covers my mouth with his palm.
“Who’s the best lover you’ve ever had?” he asks, all smiles.
“You, damn bastard. Must we do this every time?” I mumble.
His mouth opens, lips forming an F as though he’s about to send me spinning for the fifth time. My knuckles flex. My toes curl.
