Page 30 of Crown of Thorns (The Initiation #3)

Louis scrambles onto his back, eyes dark with hunger. “Do it. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

He lifts his hips and throws his muscled legs over my shoulders. His weight grounds me, I think, but it doesn’t take away the madness. His smirk, plastered to his handsome face, only puts gasoline to the fire that’s raging inside me.

“You’re so hard for me.”

“Then let me stretch you entirely. You moan for me so prettily.” The tip of my dick slides into his hole and his muscles clench around it. “Goddamn…you were made for me.”

Louis’s hand comes up to mine, his long, inked fingers entwining with mine. “All the way, baby. I can take you.”

Our mouths clash in teeth, tongues, hunger. Blood is drawn. Wounds kissed shut. Our breaths tangle as we writhe together. Louis kisses me like he’s the one fucking me, his tongue matching my dick’s rhythm.

“I love how you’re owning me, baby.”

Low groans and moans echo in the air, and it takes me a second to realize they’re mine. Whatever I've kept buried, the shame, the fear, the hunger, it’s all come loose. My walls are down, and Louis is inside. I can barely breathe.

Every time I bottom out, shoving against his pleasure spot, he groans and cries out. They are the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. “Oh, baby, you’re everything I’ve wanted for what feels like forever.”

A rush of heat floods my chest, melting something deep inside me.

It’s not supposed to. My heart is beating so loudly, I think it’ll burst through my chest. What is he doing to me?

“You’re infuriating. All smiles and promises.

But you’re not letting anyone else inside you, are you?

This, all of this, is mine. Hmm…” I nose his throat, then lick his skin.

“You smell so good, Louis.” Our chests are both heaving, not quite touching.

Both of us are slick with sweat, sharing a cradle of warmth. “So alluring. Let me see your face.”

Louis smiles up at me and my chest does that throb again. I nibble on his throat, his jaw. “You’re the most magnificent man on the goddamn earth, little devil.”

“Say…say it again.”

“Say what, little devil, that you’re magnificent? That you’ve bewitched me?”

His smile widens. I swear, he is going to be the death of me. He’s going to make me throw away everything I’ve so carefully created. Irresistible.

Raven strands, long enough to curl up around his nape.

His smooth face is flushed from sweat and arousal.

His cheekbones form strong lines that lead to a straight nose and trembling, wet lips.

They’re agape, eyes hooded but filled with that fragile hope I have caught Louis with before.

What is he hoping for? A guy who has everything?

What else could he want? Louis seeks praise and needs to feel he’s worth it.

Could it really be so easy?

With every thrust Louis’s cock hits with a thwap against his flat, sculpted abs, smearing precum over his six pack.

And though it’s a glorious sight. Him, throat bobbing, begging me to continue.

I grab hold of his cock and stroke it with a tight hand.

Fast, the same rhythm as my thrusts. His tight, heaven of an ass is filled by my cock and with the way he looks up at me, I can’t look away, because for once my mind has gone quiet.

With every stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust, I’m bringing us closer to the finish line.

His eyes roll back, and my toes curl. Our mouths crash in a kiss that’s all tongue and noise, as if we’re trying to consume each other.

Louis moans against my lips, his back arching beautifully as he spills into my hand, hot and sudden, his release painting both our stomachs.

The sound he makes, a raw, unhinged cry, burns into my memory.

I ride him through it, a few final, brutal thrusts before my body seizes with a grunt. My climax hits hard, and I come deep inside him, every pulse wringing the breath from my lungs. For a second, neither of us move, suspended in heat and sweat and gasps.

Finally, Louis drops his legs from my shoulders, drawing in a shaky breath. My gaze drags up his body. His flushed skin, trembling thighs, and the mess between us, all of it mine. All of him.

“Felt good?” I ask, voice hoarse.

He hums lazily, a dazed smile curling his lips.

I guide his legs down gently and take in the view, thick ropes of cum streaking his abs like art. “So good,” he whispers.

Dipping in, I lick up his release, taste it on my tongue before kissing Louis.

His mouth, warm and pliant, opens for me, suckles on my tongue.

“Hmm.” Mine. The thought makes me shudder, and I pull back a little too fast. Louis’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t comment.

He just lets me clean him up with a cloth I grab from the ensuite bathroom.

The quiet between us feels heavy, full of things left unsaid and tension that’s barely held back.

Tonight, nothing else matters. But I already know tomorrow will.

Once we’re both dressed again, a soft knock sounds on the door before it opens. Amadou steps in, his gaze carefully neutral. “Your escort back to campus is ready, sirs.”

Louis adjusts his cuffs, then runs a hand through his mussed hair. “It’s late,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “My family’s still out celebrating, I should head back before they notice.”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

We follow Amadou out. The bass of the club thuds softly through the walls, distant now, like a dream we haven’t quite woken from.

Louis walks a step ahead, sunglasses on despite the hour, posture lazy but unreadable.

The cold air hits as we exit into the night, sobering and sharp.

He doesn’t speak as he slips into the car. I climb in after him.

The ride is quiet, charged. And when we reach the dorm gates, he doesn’t look back as he gets out.

Not tonight.