Page 34 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

His face is slightly flushed and damp with sweat.

His wavy hair clings to his forehead in some spots.

His eyes are hooded, dilated as he regards me intently.

His lips are slightly swollen with how long he's been sucking me.

He sinks a bit deeper until he stops at my hymen and then goes still.

My gaze lowers, seeing his neck and shoulder muscles tense with strain as he holds himself over me, beginning to saw a few inches in and out.

Thrusting shallowly for a while, getting me used to him.

I moan with pleasure, flexing my heels against his hips.

His chest heaves, as do his ribs against my inner thighs which are clasped high on his waist.

His biceps are steel slabs of muscle as he-

"Oh!…." I suck in a shocked breath and shriek as he flexes his abs, sinking into me with one hard thrust, not stopping until he bottoms out. Stretching my tender tissues until that burning feeling spreads everywhere and intensifies.

He splits me apart entirely.

My neck arches, and my mouth falls open, panting lightly. Mason lowers his head, running his nose along mine, his warm breath washes over my lips. My nails dig into his arms, and my heart races at the feel of him inside me. It's hard, thick, and heavy. Startlingly so. Curved.

I feel he's entered me at an angle, and it causes an unusual pressure deep inside. My heels unlock, my legs splay open as he moves his hips side to side and then sinks slightly deeper.

"Oh fuck," he groans in a low tone. "Mel."

Shocked, I make a rough noise in my throat and slap a hand to my mouth on a grimace. Tears fall out my eyes and down my temple, wetting my hair.

I don't make another sound, and neither does he.

He says nothing, merely laying his temple against mine and goes very still against me. I stare at the celling as our flesh throbs around each other. I focus on my breathing like I do when I run and it gets to be too much.

I spasm around him again.

I blow out a breath and then whimper, wiggling my hips slightly trying to find relief. His hand lowers between us, and he begins rolling my nipple, then lowers to grasp my clit. "Ooooohhh," I moan.

Soon the intense burning lessons a bit, making way for pleasure as he patiently pushes me to another orgasm.

It takes a while, but he focuses on me patiently.

My breathing hitches, and I wiggle again as I become wetter. The sound of him manipulating my sensitive flesh fills my ears as does his breathing. He bends his head down and seals my lips with his, stealing my breath and preventing him from hearing his.

We kiss hard. Our tongues tangling, and our teeth clashing messily, roughly.

Probably as rough as he would like to be taking me right now.

Even when I nudge my hips into his in a silent invitation, he doesn't move. He stays still until I jerk against him with my orgasm, digging my nails into the skin of his shoulders and tossing my head back on a wail. That’s when he pulls back to the tip and begins to fuck me .

And he doesn't spare me any mercy. Giving me the passion I crave.

"Yes!" I gasp, meeting his eyes.

He thrusts hard and with purpose. The headboard bangs into the wall, over and over again as he slaps his hips firmly into my sex. The sounds are lewd and echo around the bedroom.

I purse my lips and whimper as the pleasure I felt before is dampened, being overwhelmed by the rough feeling of his body possessing mine, but I don't care that there is too much pressure.

I want this. Just like this. So I focus on the feel of his hands clutching at me: one on my nape and one at my hip.

I lock my ankles at his backside and hang on for all I've got, staring at him.

Watching his beautiful features contort with pleasure.

"How dare you make me wait so long for this," I gasp up at him, bringing a hand up to grab a hold of his hair. "Harder. Harder, Mason."

He growls down at me, smacking his dick even harder into me. His hair is shiny with sweat. A bead of it moves down his temple, his eyes narrow, his nostrils flare, and a vein sticks out in his left temple. "Baby, I will spend the rest of forever begging for your forgiveness," he says roughly.

I pout. "I want more."

His brow goes low. "Mel-"

"More. I don't care if it hurts." I scratch my nails down his back, feral with the need for him to take me over.

Make me forget this shit between our families.

Us fucking is like something out of my wildest sex dreams, and I'll never forgive him if he doesn't give it to me the way I want. The way I've always imagined.

On and on his hips churn against mine until suddenly his rhythm falters, and a change comes over him; his skin gets hotter, his muscles get harder, and a rough growling emits from his chest as he picks up the pace. My pussy twitches, clenching around him in response to how animalistic he's being.

Oh God, the roughness is the best part.

"Mason," I gasp, feeling my throat bob as I swallow hard. "Mason…"

"Yes, love?" he replies, but my eyes narrow as I focus on our joining, not answering him.

His sweat drips onto my chest as he fucks into me; his hips chafe against my inner thighs, and he stares into my eyes the entire time. It's so intimate that I want to turn my face away, but I know he won't let me.

The slapping of our skin echoes around us for long minutes, filling the room as does our erratic breathing and my helpless moans.

The blood rushes in my ears.

I whimper, looping my arms around his neck, and he grunts hard with his last thrust, pushing my hips off the bed with the force of it.

He stills as his dick jerks inside me. We pant, our breaths sounding loud and harsh in the quiet of the room.

My fingers sink into his thick hair, flexing against the damp roots as lash after lash is released into me.

He groans again, lowering to my mouth and kissing me slow and sweet as he orgasms. Moaning into my mouth.

It's everything I've been wanting with him for four years.

He settles his body weight into me, his chest smooshing my breasts flat, his stomach pressing into mine intimately. We're both shuddering, and I give him a weak smile.

"Are you okay?" he asks me gently. "Oh, Jesus, Mel. Talk to me, baby." His face is a picture of concern as he flushes even more as his eyes roam my face with a sort of satiated curiosity that takes my breath away.

"Yes," I say, taking a deep breath, rubbing the back of my fingers against my lips. "Thank you, my love. "

He buries his face in my neck, settling even more into me. It feels so right.

So worth waiting for.