Page 52 of Crown of Thorns
“Rhys,” I pant as he thrusts his tongue inside me. “Please. Don’t stop.”
“Hmhmm,” he rumbles against me. It feels so delicious combined with his other ministrations that I arch back and come.
Rhys licks me like an ice cream cone through all of the aftershocks of my orgasm. When my body finally relaxes, he drags his mouth across my inner thigh, smearing my cum on my skin. He pushes up onto his knees, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside before he undoes his belt and unzips his slacks. His thick cocksprings free, cum beading at the tip. He’s turned on from eating me and I want more as I watch him fist his length. And then he covers my body with his, notching the broad head of him at my opening, and driving inside me, making me gasp in the best of ways.
I wrap my arms and legs around him as he slowly slides out to the tip and thrusts back inside.
Rhys leans down and pulls my nipple deep into his mouth, scraping the tip with his teeth before soothing the sting again with his tongue, sucking it deep into his mouth again all while he rides me.
I scrape my nails down his back and beg him, “Please, Rhys,”
“What do you need, hen?” he asks as he rocks into me again and again.
“Deeper,” I pant. “I want to feel you deeper.”
“Aye,” he says as he plunges deeper and deeper. He lets go of my nipple and moves to the other and I never want him to stop.
“Yes,” I pant. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Aye,” he says when he lets go over my other breast and tucks his face into the crook of my neck. “That’s a good girl. That’s my good girl. You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I call out as he moves over me and inside of me, faster and faster. “Yes, just like that. You feel so good, Rhys. So good.”
“Aye,” he rumbles in my ear. “I can feel how tightyour cunt grips me, milking me. Your sweet pussy is heaven.”
“Rhys—” I start as he thrusts harder and faster still.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so sweet, I need you to come,” he growls. “Come for me, my good girl.”
“Yes, yes… oh God,” I gasp, and my whole body seizes as I come.
Rhys plants himself deep inside me and calls out my name as he comes too.
Afterward, he removes the rest of our clothes and carries me into the bedroom where he lays me down on the bed and covers my body with his one more time.
He holds me in his arms, his eyes watching me intently and I know he wants to say something, though I don’t know what. If it’sI love yous, I’m not sure how I’ll feel. He often tries to tell me that our feelings are real, have always been real, but it’s hard to believe when I know the true origin of our relationship. He was never simply the guy who caught me when I fell off a ladder and then swept me off my feet. Rhys has always been the man who orchestrated everything because his father told him to do so and then promptly died, leaving me in the middle of a mess.
But he doesn’t say I love you, instead, I see determination sweep over his features before he opens his mouth and says to me, “There’s something else I need from you, hen.”
“What’s that?”
“Before I tell you what that is, I’m asking you totrust me when I tell you that what I’m about to ask you is for your safety and my peace of mind.”
“You’re scaring me,” I whisper.
“Good,” he replies, still holding me tightly. “You should be scared. There are dangerous people here right now, more so than usual. I’m doing my best to keep you safe, but the number of people I trust is low, so low that I feel like I’m the only one who can keep you alive right now.”
“Then you should send me home,” I tell him. “Keeping me here, knowing that it could get me killed, is cruel no matter how we might feel about each other.”
“Have you ever thought that if you do no’ marry me and become the queen of this country, you have a right to your uncle’s throne?” he asks, shaking the last of the foundation that was under my feet. “And if you threaten his tenure, you become dangerous to him. Do you know what men like your uncle do to people who threaten his reign?”
“No,” I whisper.
“He removes the threat,” Rhys says. “Just ask your parents…”
“No.”
“Aye,” he says. “I wish I did no’ have to tell you so but your parents’ crash was no accident… It was murder, plain and simple.
