Page 60 of Unforgiving Queen

He went still, his dark gaze consuming me. Then in an achingly soft voice, he said, “Me too.”

He fisted his hand in my hair, crushing our mouths together. The warmth I always felt around him erupted into a full-blown volcano, lighting me on fire. Amon plundered my mouth, sending my pulse ricocheting in my throat, the sensitive spot between my legs, my heart.

It was the first time he’d ever kissed me so roughly. Hard. Explosive.

I loved it. I thrived under his control.

My legs hooked around his waist, pressing against him until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. A small moan bubbled in my throat when Amon shifted his hips, his hardness rubbing against my core.

My body was pliant under his expert touch. He tasted like green apples and citrus, now my favorite flavor.

He pushed me against the side of the pool, his grip on my hair tightening and his mouth devouring me. His tongue tangled with mine, my moans filling the quiet midnight air.

He pinched my nipple through my bikini top and I arched into his touch. “More, Amon. Please.”

He groaned. “I fucking love when you beg. And my name on your lips—”

A small shiver rippled through my body. “Touch me,” I pleaded.

His fingers trailed down my spine, catching on the back of my bikini and tugging until the material slackened in front of me. My breasts fell free, my nipples now rock hard. I shivered as I locked eyes with him and parted my lips.

He lifted his brow, stilling his touch as if waiting for my permission.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured. He lifted me higher around his torso before taking my nipple in his mouth. I watched him, consumed with the sensation of his muscles maneuvering me and the heat emanating from him. I gasped out in pleasure as Amon licked my nipple, then bit it gently. I exhaled, pleasure blazing a path to my core.

The friction from our wet bodies caused me to writhe, pushing and pulling formore, more, more. Tiny explosions pulsated throughout me. Releasing my nipple, he thrust a hand into my hair, kissing me deep, his tongue stroking mine. He explored my mouth, tasting and probing. I moaned, and he swallowed it with another kiss.

Sliding down his slick body, I rubbed myself along his swollen cock. My clit pulsed, the throbbing unbearable, the constant hum of my body demanding release.

Amon broke our kiss and, as the newly wanton woman I was, a whimpery protest escaped me. He carried us to the shallow end and sat on the ledge, pulling me into his lap. I straddled him, the water lapping at our waists, and we locked eyes. My breasts grazed against his muscled chest, and he claimed my mouth again.

This time, we kissed desperately. Hungrily. Our breaths mingled. Our tongues tangled. Our hands explored each other in a frenzy.

I rubbed myself against his hardened length.

My hands roamed his body and my lips peppered his golden skin, the taste of him shooting straight to my core. I squealed when I felt his grip on my hips, lifting so I was on all fours. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple. I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensations traveling through my veins.

His hands ventured lower and he untied my bikini bottoms and pulled them off, leaving me naked in the moonlight. He trailed his gaze down my body, his eyes caressing me, admiring me. It set me ablaze with desire.

He slid between my spread thighs, the water rippling around us, and pulled me down to sit on his face. He thrust his hot tongue into me and I bucked shamelessly, rocking against him as my pleasure built. It took no time to feel my orgasm zip up my spine. Amon spread me wider, licking me furiously.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered hoarsely against my core. “Mine.”

He sucked on my clit hard and the orgasm slammed into me. I cried out as he lapped up my pleasure, thrusting his fingers inside me. My orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave while I rode it, rocking myself against his mouth. His movements slowed, then completely subsided before he gripped me back onto his lap.

In seconds, he had his cock lined at my entrance. Eyes locked together, he carefully lowered me onto his rock-hard cock. When he pushed against my heat, we dropped our eyes in tandem, watching his length disappear all the way inside me, inch by inch.

Amon gripped my thighs as my pussy pulsed around his cock, chasing the fullness. I went to rock myself against him, but he stopped me.

“Not yet,” he rasped into my ear.

I studied his face—hooded eyes, dark lashes, the tightness of his jaw, the tension in his neck, the muscles rippling his chest.

He was beautiful, and I craved him with a desperation that clawed at my chest.

“Amon,” I moaned. “Please, I need more of you.”

His eyes shot to mine, and then without a warning, he thrust up, filling me to the hilt. My breath hitched and my fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on to him. He repeated the motion, fusing our bodies together and sending my eyes to the back of my head.