Page 26 of Crown of Thorns
He lets my breast go with a pop and looks down at me with my hair splayed all over the place, tumbling down my back. He pulls the other nipple into his mouth and bites down, hurtling me closer to the edge, but it’s still not enough.
“Please!” I beg when he lets my abused nipple go.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, gripping him with my thighs and pulling myself up to face him. Anything in order to gain the leverage I need to ride him as he drives up into my waiting pussy. I pant, out of breath as I slide up and down him. The crack of his hand against my backside rings through the room, audible over our heavy breaths and the slap of our bodies as we come together again and again. I cling to him. The heat and the sting of it have me clenching hard around him and he does it again and once more as the first waves of my orgasm begin to ripple around him.
“I could have lost you,” he roars.
I move my hands to frame his face. “But you didn’t,” I say as he works me over. “I’m here. With you.”
“I won’t lose you,” he growls as he drives harder, moving faster and faster in and out of me.
“You won’t,” I gasp as the climax reaches me.
“Yes,” he says as he leans me back onto the carpet and follows me down. “I won’t.” Rhys plunges in and out of me as one orgasm rolls into another. And just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, he plants himself deep inside of me and fills me with his release.
We lay panting in each other’s arms when the main door flies open and Saoirse, followed by a harried Dahlia and Leo, storms in.
“Ma’am, please,” Leo says as Rhys does his best to cover me with his body.
“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised,” she snaps. “The carpets? Really, Rhys?”
“Get out,” Rhys says quietly.
My eyes go wide as I watch Dahlia do the same over his shoulder. I’ve learned that a quiet Rhys is a much more dangerous one than a shouting Rhys. Saoirse clearly hasn’t learned that lesson yet.
“Here I thought there were important things to attend to and a nation to run, a coronation to plan and here you are, rutting your whore like a pig.”
“I said get the fuck out,” he roars.
“How dare you speak to me like that—” She starts to reprimand him, remind him of the status she clings to so desperately. And in front of an audience, no less, even though that audience is made up of her daughter and me, so she clearly doesn’t think it matters.
“Bloody hell, woman. I’m the fucking king and you dare speak to me about my future queen this way? It is you who doesn’t know your place,” he says, exasperated, before turning to Leo. “Fucking hell, Leo, would you do me a solid and get them out of here before my cock falls off from the shock of it. Hell, I’d like to see if it still works after this.”
“Aye, your majesty.”
“Don’t be crass,” his stepmother snaps.
“Then get out so I can fuck my bride again,” he says, causing me to hide my face in his shoulder as my cheeks heat up even more.
“We’ll talk about this later,” she snarls as she heads for the door.
“As long as it’s no’ now,” he replies.
I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The movement also makes me clench and Rhys groan as he’s still deep inside of me.
“Oopsies,” I whisper as the door snaps closed once again.
“Now where were we?” Rhys asks.
“Umm… I think we were fighting?”
“No, hen. You missed it.”
“What did I miss, Rhys?”
“The end of the fight, of course,” he answers cheekily. “Now we’re to the making up part.”
“And when was the pivotal transition that I seemed to miss?”
