Page 113 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I sank down completely, with my pussy clenching tight around him.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still like he was forcing himself to breathe, to keep control.
I wasn’t interested in control.
I lifted my hips, grinding down slowly, rolling against him, needing the depth and the friction. The thickness of him inside of me had my muscles tense and my pussy feeling needy.
I lifted, rolling my hips, and lowered again.
His head tipped back against the wall and his grip tightened while his jaw clenched. “Keep moving.”
I did.
Slow at first while I found my rhythm, feeling every thick inch of him as I rode him. Every time I came down, he met me halfway, thrusting up.
His hands slid up my body, gripping my waist, my ribs, my breasts. His thumbs flicked over my nipples and I arched my back, riding him harder and faster.
“Yeah, Bay. Fuck your man.” His voice was low and unhurried. “Just like that.”
I clenched around him, feeling myself getting closer, the pleasure pushed fast and hard from my pussy and moved through the rest of my body, winding tighter each time I dropped down on him.
His hand slid up to my throat, resting there for a minute before he squeezed gently, just holding me there with his eyes locked onto mine. They were dark and wild and that had me leaking more.
“You gonna cum for me?” he murmured.
I groaned and nodded, grinding against him harder and faster, chasing it.
His grip tightened on my neck and his hips jerked up, slamming into me stroke for stroke.
My moan was desperate when his thumb slid between my legs, pressing right where I needed it.
I shattered.
The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, hard and overwhelming. My body locked up and my back arched deep as I came apart on top of him.
I barely heard my own moan, but I felt the deep, raw groan that rumbled through his chest and pain from his fingers digging into my hips as he followed me over the edge.
He held me still as he thrust up, burying himself deep, spilling inside of me with a grunt that vibrated through his chest.
I collapsed against him, dropping my head on his shoulder. Our bodies were damp with sweat and steam and my breath was shaky while his heartbeat pounded against mine.
After a while his fingers were moving lazily up and down my spine. His breath was still uneven.
“We just had sex in a very public place.” I grinned against his shoulder and felt his quiet chuckle vibrate through me.
“Yeah,” he muttered, pressing a kiss against my temple, resting his head back against the wall. “And now I need a minute to pull my shit together or we’re not leaving here.”
An hour later we were leaving the spa and my body felt weightless. Every one of my muscles were loose and relaxed. Beside me, Emir moved with his usual easy confidence. I glanced up at him, still feeling the lingering heat from being fucked in the steam room. The way the staff grinned at us as we left let me know they were very aware of what we had been doing but I really didn’t care.
“So,” I said, slipping my hands into the pocket of the hoodie I’d stolen from him. “Where to now?”
He unlocked the car and pulled the passenger door open for me. “Figured we’d grab something to eat.”
I settled into my seat, watching him as he slid behind the wheel. “Are we talking a sit-down dinner, or…?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
I raised a brow but let him drive. The city stretched around us. I leaned back, scrolling through my phone while he navigated. My body still hummed from the spa, his hands on me, the very much needed orgasms. So I was perfectly content and in my own little world.
