Page 90 of The Crownless King
She sighed in pleasure the moment she freed his dick, feeling the firmness fill her hand. Her mate’s hands gripped her waist and lifted her to give her space to straddle her prize. Sliding her panties to the side, she raised a little more and threw her head back as Levi entered her.
Amaya sucked in a breath and instead of moving, she reveled in the feel of the burn as his dick filled her. Soon though, it was not enough; she needed to move. Starting a slow grind, Amaya connected their lips, their hungry kisses intensifying the emotions.
Moving her hips in a figure eight motion, she slid up and down on his dick, flexing her walls around his erection. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her stomach tightening as his head hit the back of his throne. Levi fucked her from below, his hips driving upward to push into her leaking pussy as his hands found purchase on her waist. Amaya bit her lips, focused on the sexy faces he made as he lost himself in their pleasure.
It gave her a sense of power that she could control the desire of this influential man. Possessiveness and pride took root in her heart and Amaya didn’t balk from it, instead indulging in the raging emotions. The King of the Bayi was hers, and she would allow nothing or no one to get in the way of that.
Levi pulled from their kiss and nudged her chin to the side. Knowing what her mate wanted, Amaya tilted her head. She slowed their pace, anticipating his bite. A moan slipped from her and her nipples pressed into his chest, rubbing against him with their slow motions. He growled in hunger and gave her no warning before he struck. He bit deep, sucking on her neck with ravenous pulls. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure and herpussy clenched tight. As she neared her peak, her walls spasmed around his dick. Levi tightened his grip on her waist and fucked into her with strong, sure strokes. Amaya was sent reeling into orgasm as he drove into her with increasing intensity, chasing his own.
Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, her body locked in place as waves of pleasure had her channel pulsing.
Levi came behind her but still, he fed from her, gorging himself. Amaya held his head to her neck, perfectly content to give her mate everything. His erection twitched inside of her and she rocked her hips as another wave of pleasure filled her. He kept his dick seated deeply as he pulled his teeth from her neck and licked her skin closed. With a sigh, he nuzzled into her neck, breathing in deeply, relishing their connected bodies.
“I love you,” was his drunken answer.
She chuckled. “Glutton.”
“It’s your fault,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I love you, King,” she told him, resting her forehead against his.
“When I step, you step?”
“Every time,” she promised him. “I’m so proud of you, Levi.”
He hummed and his pleasure filled their bond. They sat in silence, holding each other tight until Amaya remembered something. She couldn’t help the laugh that shook her shoulders.
“What are you laughing at?” was his drowsy question.
“I’m just remembering all the shit you talk to me.” She kissed him. “But you were right. I love it over here.”
His smile covered his face. “I might tell you a story, but I’ll never tell you a lie.”
The laugh they shared was cathartic. Amaya realized that with Levi taking over the Collective, they wouldn’t have to look over their shoulders any longer. She and her mom were finally safe, and she had Levi to thank for that.
“Never thank me for doing what I’m supposed to,” he murmured against her neck.
Her cheeks hurt from smiling. Life was funny. She came to Levi a prisoner to his impulsive whim, and now she was officially Queen of the South.
Epilogue
The fading rays of the sun reflected off Amaya’s brown skin, enticing Levi forward from his spot below deck. He’d spent the last twenty minutes watching his mate, fascinated by her mere existence. A year ago, his mind was lost to the power of the Akachi stone, losing hope every day that he would ever be free of its clutches.
Then along came his queen.
After Sebastian had mated with Raven, Levi had given some thought to mating himself, but it had never seemed plausible. Now, he couldn’t imagine life without her.
This yacht trip was a long overdue mini vacation and they’d spent the last three days floating aimlessly on the Atlantic. When they weren’t below deck christening every surface of their state room, they were up top, fishing, swimming, lounging and loving on each other. He’d wanted to take her further, to some place exotic, but his mate had nixed the idea. Ever present in his mind, she saw his worry for their coven and told him that she would be content staying close.
He promised her a week, and although he knew his desk would be piled high with work when he returned, every hour he spent relaxing with her would be worth it. The last six months had been hectic. Levi was cleaning house in the Collective and working with the other Bayi coven masters to formulate some type of governance for them. That was all on top of his regular work.
This getaway was absolutely needed.
Lifting the bucket and fishing gear at his feet, Levi moved onto the deck, towards his baby doll. He stood over her, his mouth watering at the expanse of skin her orange bikini exposed. Her mahogany skin was burnished deeper from the last two days she’d spent soaking up the sun. It made her glow. He smiled at the anklet, the only jewelry she wore. It was a delicate gold chain, a crown, and the letterLdangling from it.
Stooping, he lifted her leg, placing a kiss on it. Amaya smiled from beneath the hat she had pulled over her face.
“You’re awake.” She pushed the hat aside, her eyes sparkling. “You finna try fishing again? Do you think you’ll finally catch something?”
