Page 52 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“Do you ever question it?” I asked.
Emir’s eyes fastened to mine.
“No.”
The weight of his revelation hung between us he killed people and didn’t feel any remorse or regret about doing so. He’d just confessed to a life most people couldn’t even processes existing and it didn’t matter to me. All I cared about was whatever the hell this thing was between us.
I moved closer and climbed into his lap, straddling him. Our faces were inches apart and our breaths blended. His hands moved to my hips and this fingers pressed into my skin.
"Is this a problem for you?" His eyes searched mine.
I cupped his face, trailing my fingers over his beard. "No. I'm in too deep and everything in me is telling me this is insane, but insane can be fun, right?"
His gaze intensified and he fucking smiled so sexily but was still searching for any hesitation. "Are you sure?"
Instead of answering with words, I leaned in and dropped my mouth to his. The kiss was everything and provided all the certainty he needed. When I pulled back, I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in.
"I'm very sure.”
His fingers on my hips tightened and our eyes locked while he held me steady.
“Say it again.” His voice was rough and vibrated against my lips.
I raked my fingers over his beard, loving the soft feel of it against my palm. “I’m very sure.”
His muscles tensed beneath me and his grip flexed like he was fighting for patience.
I didn’t want patience….
Without breaking eye contact, I shifted in his lap, pressing down just enough to feel the hard thickness of his dick. His fingers tightened at my waist a little more in warning, but I wasn’t about to stop.
Instead, I slid my hands down his chest, tracing the definition of the muscles beneath his shirt before slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts.
The pace of his breathing increased and I grinned. “Relax, Emir.”
“You got your hand on my dick and you’re telling me to relax?” He smiled sexily.
I kissed him again, rolling my hips against him as I pulled his shorts down just enough to free him. His dick throbbed against my palm, thick and heavy, and the groan he let out when Iwrapped my fingers around him sent a shiver straight down my spine.
I kissed my way down his jaw to his throat, sliding off his lap and onto my knees in front of the sofa. His legs spread wider and his eyes narrowed when I pushed my hands between them and kissed the inside of his thigh.
“Baylyn,” he warned with his voice strained.
I licked my lips and my eyes locked on his as I leaned in, dragging my tongue along the thickness of his dick.
His head tipped back against the sofa and a low groan rumbled deep in his chest.
I grinned and did it again, this time wrapping my lips around the head, sucking lightly before taking him deeper.
His fingers eased into my hair. His breaths turned uneven and ragged as I worked him with my mouth, letting my tongue swirl and my lips glide up and down his dick while my hands stroked the length of what I couldn’t completely wrap around.
“Fuck,” he growled while his abs tightened. “Yeah, do that shit.”
I hummed in response and took him deeper, loving the way his thighs tensed and his grip on my hair tightened like he was barely holding on.
When I pulled back to catch my breath and he slipped from my lips and slapped back against his abs, his eyes were lowered and narrowed while locked onto mine. “Come here.”
I barely had a second to react before his hands lowered and gripped my waist, lifting me, pulling me back onto his lap. His mouth caught mine in a heated kiss and with one swift motion, he yanked my panties to the side, lined himself up, sank inside me when he brought me down hard.
