Page 26 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

His hands slid up my thighs. “Your man is the best and that makes you happy.” His voice held his usual arrogance. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t make you twisted. It makes you mine .”

“You just want me to be like you.”

He grinned and shook his head. “Nah. I want you to be with me, not like me.”

Before I could respond, he reached up and gripped the back of my neck as he pulled me down to him.

His lips brushed mine and his deep voice vibrated against my mouth when he spoke. “Are you with me, Baylyn?”

“Yeah.”

Emir’s grip tightened, and when I had his eyes again, his smirk was dark and satisfied.

“Good, because you didn’t have a choice.”

His hands moved up my thighs again but this time his fingers were dangerously close to my pussy. It pulsed with the thought of him touching me. His dick was thick and hard beneath me, so I slowly rocked against it.

Emir’s eyes narrowed and his hands moved higher until the pads of his fingers brushed over the edge of my panties a few times before he eased beneath them and softly glided them over my skin.

My stomach tightened and I kept my eyes locked on his while he moved two fingers down my slit. The drag of his fingers through my slit sent a shiver up my spine and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist.

I rocked harder, with more intention, feeling his thick, hard dick pressing right where I needed him. His eyes darkened and one of his hands moved to my hip, holding me still.

“Keep that up and I won’t take my time,” he warned with his voice rough and strained.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.” I circled my hips, grinding on his dick harder.

His response was instant. One strong arm hooked around my waist, then I was on my back with his body pressing into mine. His lips were on my throat before his tongue dragged over my skin the same way I wanted it between my thighs.

His hands found the waistband of my shorts, gripping the fabric before his lips grazed my ear.

“These are in my way.”

I lifted my hips and he made quick work of removing them. My panties followed right after and the cool air kissed my skin.

His eyes roamed my body before his large hands moved up my thighs and settled at my waist. Then, he dragged his palms up, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

A moan caught in my throat and my back arched as his mouth followed the path of his hands.

He kissed along one breast before drawing my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue, sucking just enough to send a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.

My fingers curled into my palms at the same time my muscles locked tightly.

“Emir,” I moaned, lifting my hips beneath him.

He grinned against my skin, then moved to my other breast, repeating the same torturous attention until I was squirming.

“Patience, beautiful,” he murmured, letting his lips trail lower.

I barely had time to register his movements before his mouth was between my thighs. His hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against my pussy and flicked his tongue against my clit.

He groaned and the vibration sent another jolt of pleasure through me. His tongue dragged over my skin deliberately, teasing me just enough to make me desperate.

I jerked beneath him with my thighs trying to close around his head, but his grip was firm, keeping me right where he wanted me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against me before diving back in, licking and sucking while his tongue flicked against my clit in a way that made my entire body tense.

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, stroking slow and deep as his mouth continued sucking on my pussy.

The pleasure built fast with my stomach tightening and my thighs trembling.

“Don’t stop… oh fuck… I’m so close.” I rolled my hips into him, chasing the pressure.

He didn’t stop. Emir sucked my clit and moved his tongue at the same time he pressed deep inside me with his fingers and I shattered.

My body arched and a breathless moan ripped from my throat as a wave of pleasure rolled through me, leaving me weak, shaking.

He kissed his way back up my body until his lips were on mine, his weight pressed into me and the head of his dick was pressing against my pussy.

“Still want me to rush?”

I barely had the strength to glare at him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He chuckled and it vibrated against my lips, but he didn’t make me wait.

Emir gripped my thigh and lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, then eased into me. The stretch felt so damn good but the minute he bottomed out, my body relaxed. My head tipped back as he pulled away and sank into me even deeper.

His grip tightened on my hip and his jaw clenched while Emir drove into me again with more force. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

He started a rhythm of deep, slow strokes that had my entire body feeling the depths each time he landed.

“More,” I gasped, pulling him in closer, urging him deeper.

His eyes narrowed on mine and his pace turned more demanding. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room with each thrust.

The angle, the depth, the way he hit that perfect spot with every stroke was perfection.

“Emir—”

“I got you, baby,” he coaxed while his fingers found my clit.

My orgasm slammed into me, hard and fast, while my body clamped down around him as I fell apart.

He cursed, thrusting deep one last time, and his body jerked as he found his own release, spilling inside of me until his breath was uncontrollably ragged against my neck.

We stayed there, limbs tangled with us on the floor until our breathing slowed.

After a moment, he shifted, flipping us, and pulled me onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“Damn,” I rushed out with my voice hoarse.

He kissed my forehead and a lazy smirk surfaced. “You good?”

“You asking because you care or because you’re ego needs to be stroked?”

His grin widened. “Both.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped my head on his shoulder. “We work.”

“Yeah we do.” He kissed my forehead again and I sighed into the satisfaction of this man, our lives, and the insanity of needing all of it and him.