T. Grey - The Fallen King

They’d both been recovering their energy for the better part of a week and neither had been able to be physically intimate, but now her blood spiked with arousal.

Apparently so did his because his tongue parted her lips with a sexy sweep and then dipped inside to lick her up. A ragged moan left her at the touch, and her hips rocked in response. He tasted delicious and felt so warm in her arms.

Yes , her body told her.

Strong hands walked down her spine to cup her ass. He held her like that with his hands kneading her through her jersey skirt as he walked with her. She didn’t care where he took her. She trusted him.

“I want you,” she whispered against his lips.

He tore his mouth away, his hot gaze colliding with hers. “We’re supposed to meet them for the ceremony in less than an hour.” He sounded pissed as if he wished he had hours with her instead. She had to agree.

Still…

She pressed her breasts against his chest. “An hour is more than enough time for us to both come...”

His hands clenched on her ass. She loved that little things she did could get some sort of a reaction out of him. His lungs expanded hard as he sucked in a sharp breath and then his mouth slammed down to hers.

Oh, yeeees!

Then they were walking backwards. Abby tightened her legs around his hips until her core lined up perfectly with the hard ridge tenting his pants. She rubbed herself against him and moaned. He rubbed her just right.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Her back hit the wall in the hallway as if he couldn’t possibly make it all the way into the bedroom.

Hot lips and wet tongue kissed a path down her neck. An erotic shiver coursed through her body, pulling her nipples into hard points, making her sex dampen.

“I swear you wear these clothes just to torment me.” He tugged the strap of her spaghetti strap tank to the side then kissed over her shoulder, across her collarbone and worked his way down to her breast.

“It’s just a tank and skirt,” she panted. Where they were going to celebrate, it was supposed to be warm.

His hands slid under her skirt. His touch burned the back of her thighs as his fingers curled around her. With a hard tug, he spread her legs even further then thrust his hips up into her, rocking his hard cock against her. The jersey cotton of the skirt and her scrap of satin panties did absolutely nothing to stop her from feeling every hard inch of him and she thanked God for small wonders.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered.

She obeyed in an instant, ready to do anything so long as he continued to touch her. Her body was his to command, and he did so expertly.

Abby crossed her arms over his shoulders and held tight as he pushed her harder into the wall and braced her there so his hands could run free. He touched her everywhere. Long, strong fingers plumped and squeezed her ass, then ran a smoothing caress up her spine then back down. He ran circles over her hips, squeezed the curve of her waist where it met her hip. He touched her everywhere but where she wanted him.

Her mouth found his neck and sucked his warm skin into her mouth. “Alrik, hurry.” She arched her hips against him purposely sliding along his cock. Blazing need burned inside of her. She needed to be filled by him to feel him filling her in only ways he could.

A growl left him from deep in his chest. The sound tickled her nipples.

“It’s going to be hard,” he growled.

Her head fell back against the wall. “Oh thank God.”

He chuckled as his chin pushed down her top so her breast popped free and then his wet tongue circled her, and his teeth tugged. Each touch seemed to be directly tied to her clitoris and he knew it. Each little tug and pull felt like a seductive caress circling her wet bud.

His mouth opened wide and then he took her whole nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

Hands moved between her thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. She heard the hiss of his zipper and squirmed.

All the while, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked her nipple with that rough tongue, pulled on it with his soft lips. Her hands flew into his glorious hair to hold on.

“ Yeees ,” she whispered raggedly.

Finally, what felt like forever later, his hands cupped her hips. She eagerly snaked her legs around his now naked hips. Her undulating hips found his hard cock poised and ready for her, but just as she pushed against him, his hands tightened on her to keep her still. The damn satin of her panties blocked her from what she wanted. If she had to get creative to get him inside her then she would.

Abruptly, he released her nipple then gave her a wet, hungry kiss. They both breathed hard after that. He pulled back and her eyes were slow to open. Her mind felt dazed like she’d spun around really fast in a circle and was about to fall down. When she opened her eyes his violet ones stared at her with so much passion and love her heart skipped a beat.

“I love you, Abbigail.”

“I love you, too.”

Her voice broke as he grabbed her undies in a fist and tore them from her body. Then he drove into her.

He did exactly as he said he would. He took her hard. He was unforgiving in his powerful thrusts. Abby could only hold on to him as he took her higher and higher. His hard cock filled her over and again bumping and rubbing over parts of her that made her wild.

Their lips met and fought, tongues lashing. She loved it. She loved everything about it. From how his hands cupped her ass so tight, from the raw hunger shining in his eyes, to the uncontrollable way he took her that just screamed: I can’t get enough of you.

“One right now,” he said, his voice ragged as sandpaper.

Then he ducked to pull her nipple back into his mouth.

That was it. Her entire body started to tighten. The warmth started inside of her where his cock worked her then pulsed outward on one heaving wave as she shattered.

He plunged into her as she fell apart in his arms, shaking and trembling. He tore his mouth from her nipple. “So fucking hot,” he growled.

Then he slammed his mouth back to hers and pressed his fingers between her legs. She jerked.

“Alrik,” she moaned as an all new warmth grew inside her. He rubbed his fingers across her bud in slow but sure circles working her up as his hips slammed into her, shoving her back into the wall.

“I want another one.”

Her hands curled into his hair as her sex pulsed at his words. It was as if her pussy and his words were connected. He said something hot and then she responded in kind.

“Anything for you.”

His sexy mouth curved up into a grin. “Yeah, anything for me baby.”

Then he got serious between her legs and made her scream his name as she came. Only after she finished trembling in his arms did he thrust hard four more times, plant himself deep, and then jet inside of her.

“Don’t set me down, I can’t walk yet,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

His belly deep laughter sent her into a fit of giggles and then he kissed her.

They couldn’t stop smiling at each other like a bunch of love drunk fools.

“Are you ready then?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. As he did, she felt the world shift and move as he ported them.

When she opened her eyes, they stood on a beach made of fine white sand. He’d asked her where she wanted to be mated at and all she could think of was the beach. Just like the beach where they’d spent their few days at, but with one stipulation. This beach had to be beautiful and hot.

She smiled up at him, unable to contain her excitement even as nerves ate at her stomach. Soon she’d meet her half-sisters and his brother and she’d be Mrs. Demuzi.