Page 15 of Mated to the Crown

“Later.” I growl, pressing my mouth to hers again.

A fire ignites inside me, sending jolts of electricity through me as her hands wander.

She pulls my shirt, whining until I pull it off.

Her hands touch my skin, soft and gentle until I kiss down her neck.

“Look at that mark.” I groan, kissing my mark from earlier.

Her nails dig into my back and I rock my hips against her, already feeling how wet she is.

I lean back until I am kneeling. She is splayed beneath me, her hair a mess and her face has a hazy look on it, full of lust. I trail my hand down her front, pinching her hard nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. She arches against me but I continue down until I reach her pants.

“You sure, baby?” I give her a look but she writhes her hips against me, eyes half lidded.

“Please.”

Take her. She is ours.

I pull her pants off, throwing them off to the side before leaning down and kissing her stomach. She lets out little gasps, taking one arm to cover the top half of her stomach. A growl leaves me again and she moves it to cover her face instead.

“You are fucking sexy, stop thinking otherwise.” I kiss the inside of her thigh.

The scent of her pulls me though. My mouth waters as I press my nose against her black panties.

She stills and for a second I worry I hurt her.

I press my tongue against the fabric, letting out a breath.

I can feel her thighs fill with goosebumps as she holds back her moan.

My mind is running with what I want to do with her. What I want to do to her. The beast roars inside, wanting me to mate her as quickly as possible, but I want to touch her, taste her, make her shatter on my tongue, my fingers and my cock. I pull the panties off, tossing them aside to see my prize.

“Look how wet you are, Princess. Is this for me?” I slide a finger through her arousal and she moans. “I don’t hear you.”

“Yes, fuck. Yes, Malik. It is for you.” Her voice is raw and needy, sending me deeper into the headiness of the situation.

I kiss her thighs, moving closer to her wet pussy.

I use the tip of my finger to trace around her entrance as my mouth connects with her clit.

A loud moan leaves her and she spreads her legs wider, bucking up against me.

I eat. I lick, suck, kiss and enjoy all of her.

Slipping my fingers into her causes her to reach down and grab my hair.

Her legs raise and I help position them on my shoulders while slipping my free hand under her ass so I can hold her closer to me.

My tongue explores all of her, finding the spots she likes most. Her favorite spot is a little to the right, not directly on her clit.

Everytime my tongue presses against it she bucks wildly.

I pump my fingers, feeling her tighten around me. My own moans vibrate against her. The feeling of her wet heat makes me want to sink my cock into her even more. I press upward, moving the pad of my finger against it.

I pull away from her, kissing up her stomach to her breasts.

“I fucking need you.” She whimpers.

“Do you? I haven’t even seen your perfect tits yet.” I moan.

“Next time. I need you.” She sways her hips again and I kiss her. She doesn’t back away, not disgusted with the taste of herself on my tongue. If anything it spurs her on more as she deepens the kiss.

I push my pants off the rest of the way along with my boxers, fisting myself and rubbing it against her slit.

I look down at her but her eyes are closed.

Her back is arched, her face scrunched in bliss as I press into her.

I move slowly, fighting my own self control until she whimpers “more.” Then I bottom out.

She cries out and wraps her arms around my shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good.” I groan in her ear, pulling back before thrusting into her.

Each time going a little bit harder until I can’t control it anymore.

I kiss down her collarbone, licking my mark, before making my way to her breasts.

I move her bra down so I can lick at her nipples.

My mouth engulfs her perky nipples. My tongue plays with one at a time as I feel her pussy tightening around my cock.

Her nails scratch down my back, sending shivers through me.

“Malik.” She whines.

“Yes, my good girl? Look at you, taking my cock.” I growl, pulling her nipple with my teeth before kissing her again. “You are doing so fucking good.”

“Please.” She whimpers again. “Make me come.” Her arms tighten around me and I let my sense of control disappear.

I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other fills the cottage.

Her wails and moans spur me on further. I feel it building deep within my core until my balls tighten and I know I’m going to send my seed into her.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes.” Her breathless response is the last thing I needed.

I pound into her as I pull her nipple into my mouth.

I bite down and she goes over the edge with me right along with her.

Her body pulses around me. I groan as she screams my name.

Her body stays rigid, caught up in the after effects of her orgasm as I slow my movements.

I release her nipple, licking it and kissing back up her chest to lay a soft kiss on her forehead. Both of us are breathing heavily, sweat glistening on our skin. The cottage smells of sex and chicken and dumplings. I let out a chuckle, what an odd combination.

“Malik… that was…” She trails off and I take the moment to pull out of her. I look down at our mess staining the couch. Turning her face to me she has a beautiful red on her lips and pink dotting her cheeks.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty after you come.”

“I feel the bond now.” She smiles and reaches for me, cupping my face in her hands.