Page 99 of Coldhearted King

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax, kitten, let me in.”

I try to do as he says, and gradually my muscles loosen. Cole pushes deeper, inch by inch, filling me until I don’t think I can take any more. Then he pushes even further and the tension inside me snaps. I let go completely, allowing myself to be taken over by the new sensations coursing through my body.

“That’s it, beautiful. You feel amazing.” He releases a ragged breath. “You are amazing.”

I close my eyes, my heart expanding even more at the emotion I’m sure I can hear in his voice. Moving slowly at first, he lets me adjust to him before he picks up the pace. Once I start moving with him, he wraps one arm around my waist while his other hand finds my clit again, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. He forges deeper into me with each flex of his hips, his tempo picking up until the spark of an orgasm flares to life deep within my core.

The expert movement of his fingers and the relentless strokes of his cock soon have me panting and begging for more. My whole body trembles. It’s something completely new—an intense sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

And Cole knows exactly what he’s doing; he teases me until I’m on the brink of orgasm multiple times, then backs off just enough to keep me from falling apart. Each time it seems like he’s reaching deeper inside of me, and as my inner walls clench around him, I edge closer and closer to that explosive pleasure.

“Are you going to come for me, Delilah?” he asks.

“Yes. Oh god, yes. I’m so close.”

“Good girl.” He wraps my hair around his fist and tilts my head back so our eyes meet. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your ass.”

A moan falls from my lips at his words. With each labored breath, tension radiates from every sharply defined muscle in his body. His pace picks up until his hips are slapping against me with every thrust, sending shockwaves through my body. I can barely think straight.

Cole works his fingers over my clit, and a completely new sensation rages up inside me—a wildfire of heat and ecstasy. This orgasm is going to be unlike any I’ve experienced before, and my muscles are already trembling as I approach the point of no return.

When it hits, my body draws tight, and I scream as it ravages through me. I clamp down around Cole’s cock, and he curses. Without anything filling my pussy, my inner muscles spasm hard around nothing. A cry of shock flies from my lips when a gush of liquid wets my thighs.

Cole’s low groan is almost feral. “That’s it, kitten. Fucking soak me.” His fingers continue their movement, forcing more spasms, more gushes. “You’re perfect, Delilah. So fucking perfect.”

The last word is half grunt, half growl as he slams his hips into me one final time. Then he’s shouting, his cock swelling and jerking as he unleashes himself inside me.

By the time he’s done, I’m a weak, quivering, dripping mess. My limbs go out from underneath me, and I collapse on the bed, Cole coming with me and blanketing my body with his. He pulls out slowly, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine, then slides his arms under me, rolling us so we’re lying on our sides, facing each other.

The sheets beneath me are wet, and embarrassment burns my skin. Even though he seemed to enjoy how my body reacted, I made a mess of the bed and of him too. I close my eyes and press my forehead to his chest so I don’t have to look him in the eye.

As he strokes a soothing hand up and down my back, a hard knot forms in my chest. My feelings are all tangled up—my feelings for him, about what we just did, about whatIjust did. It’s too much.

I try to swallow the sob, but it forces its way out of me.

Cole freezes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, but another sob is building, so I turn my head from his chest and bury my face into the sheets beneath me.

Cole pushes himself up on the bed, and before I can register what he’s doing, he’s pulled me up with him and has me cradled in his arms.

He tips my chin up. There’s a hard line to his jaw, but his eyes are stormy with emotion. “Did. I. Hurt. You?” he repeats.

I shake my head, and his features relax, the tightness in his shoulders loosening. “Then what’s wrong? I’m pretty sure I was reading the signals right, and you enjoyed it.” His lips curve up a little, a hint of smugness showing through.

I press my hand over my eyes. “I’ve never done that before,” I mumble.

Like earlier, he takes my wrist and tugs my hand away. His brow is furrowed. “I already know that was your first time doing anal, so I assume you’re saying you never squirted before?”

I nod, and a savage smile grows on his face. He tunnels his fingers through my hair and grips it at the back of my head, his eyes piercing into me. “Good. That means I get to claim that first too. The thought of you giving something so incredible to a man like Paul makes me want to tear him to pieces.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. His gaze softens, his expression becoming almost tender. If tender is a word you could use to describe Cole.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Delilah. Nothing. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. What we just did? The way you surrender all of yourself to me—the way you trust me to take care of you. Fuck. It’severything.”

I finally relax, smiling up at him. “It felt amazing.” I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw. “Everything you do to me feels incredible. Although...” I shift in his lap and wince a little at the ache. “I think I’m going to be reminded of this for a while.”

“Good. I want you to remember exactly how much of yourself you’ve given me.” His wicked grin fades, and the intensity of his gaze consumes me, making my heart pound erratically in my chest. He brushes his thumb across my jaw, his eyes dark and serious. “Delilah, I...”

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