Page 61 of King of Praise

“I promise.” I cup her face in my hands, thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “I’ll always come back to you.”

The words carry so much weight—too close to declarations neither of us is ready to voice. But Naomi doesn’t pull away. Instead, she rises on tiptoe, pressing her lips to mine with unexpected intensity.

What begins as a simple goodbye transforms into something more profound. My hands slide into her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. She makes a small sound in her throat, fingers curling against my chest as though anchoring herself. The towel slips as I back her against the wall.

The kiss deepens, her mouth opening under mine as I pin her in place. Need pulses through me, urgent and demanding. I can’t get enough of her—the soft sounds she makes, the way she arches into my touch, how perfectly she fits against me.

“Please,” she whispers against my lips. The word shoots straight to my cock.

I need to leave. Zeke’s voice suggested my presence was urgent. But I can’t make myself pull away from her.

“Fuck it.” I lift her up in one fluid motion, pressing my erection between her spread thighs. The sheet falls away, leaving her gloriously naked. My hands grip her thighs as I claim her mouth again.

She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass. The position aligns us perfectly. I can feel her heat against my cock, already wet and ready.

“Need you inside me,” she pants. “Now.”

I thrust into her without hesitation, groaning at how tight and hot she feels. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I bite down gently where her neck meets her shoulder as I start moving.

The pace is hard and fast from the beginning. We don’t have time for slow. Each thrust drives desperate little cries from her throat. Her nails rake down my back, spurring me on.

“Yes,” she moans. “Harder.”

I comply, fucking her with enough force to rattle the wall. She clings to me, meeting each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect,” I growl.

Her inner walls start to tighten around me. She’s close. I reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb.

“Come for me,” I whisper against her ear. “Let me feel you.”

She shatters with a cry, her pussy clamping down on my cock.

The sight of her coming undone pushes me closer to the edge. Her pussy pulses around my cock as aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her. I thrust harder, deeper, chasing my own release while drinking in every detail of her pleasure.

“So fucking perfect.” My hands tightening on her hips. “The way you take my cock, how tight your pussy gets when you come.”

Her eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide with pleasure. The trust and vulnerability in her gaze feeds my frenzied thrusts evenmore. No one has ever looked at me that way before—like I’m something precious rather than dangerous.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her legs tightening around my waist. “Please don’t stop.”

I increase my pace, fucking her with abandon now.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, my voice gravelly and harsh. “Taking everything I give you.”

She moans at the words and her pussy pulses around me. The added pressure nearly undoes me. Every thrust feels electric, pleasure building at the base of my spine.

“Mine,” I growl, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. “All mine.”

She responds with desperate little sounds that drive me wild. Her nails continue to rake down my back as she matches my rhythm. The sting only heightens my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge.

My release builds slowly, inexorably, like a wave gathering force. I’m transfixed by her—the way her lips part on each exhale, how perfectly she responds to every touch. She’s magnificent in her surrender, and I never want this moment to end.

Her body trembles with onset of a second orgasm. The sight of her—flushed and desperate, taking everything I give her—pushes me closer.

“Fuck, lovely, I’m close.” I nibble at her throat, desperate to own this woman. “Want to fill this sweet pussy up.”

She whimpers, her legs starting to fall aside from the exhaustion of how savagely I’m fucking her against the wall. “Yes, please. Come inside me.”