Page 18 of Volatile King (The Kings of Wayward Academy #6)

Ren pressed her sweet pussy into my hand, begging for more.

“Shit,” I whispered, forehead on hers. “You’re so tight, Princess. I want you so fucking bad,” I said, just as my cock jerked with an eager pre-release that coated the inside of my boxers.

Ren bit her lip as she used the release to tease me and drive me insane with a craving that was only going to be quenched one way.

She sucked in a deep breath when her pussy clenched around me.

Her muscles fluttered as I fingered her in a rhythm designed to undo her piece by piece.

Her breath hitched, and her mouth parted as she clung to me with one hand and stroked me with the other.

Her entire body jerked, a strangled sound slipping past her lips when I hit her G spot just right.

“That’s it,” I whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Let me give you this. Let me remind you what it feels like to live, to feel good.”

Her legs spread open just a little more, and I added a second finger, stretching her delicately. Ren’s nails bit into my shoulder, and I welcomed the sting. It was proof that she was still with me, still alive, and still mine.

Every moan and every twitch of her hips drove me deeper, and to the very edge of my control. But this wasn’t about me.

This was for her. I once more battled back the raging beast inside of me, demanding to take what I wanted—to bury myself inside of her and make her mine.

Pressing my palm against her mound, I made sure to rub against her clit. Her body jolted, and her eyes closed. The way she fisted my shirt nearly tore me apart.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, my lips brushing her cheek. “Come for me, Princess. Right now. Let go.”

And she did. Shivering against me, muffling her cry against my throat as the tremors rolled through her. Each clench of her thighs, her body released, soaking my hand. I wanted to start over and watch her fall apart again, knowing it was my doing.

Thump, thump, thump.

My heart was the only sound I could hear in the quiet room, except for Ren’s deep breathing. I eased my fingers out of her and brought them up to my mouth. She looked at me, watching as I sucked them clean. Ren squeezed my cock, and I shuddered.

“What are you doing,” I asked when she moved her hand and wiggled under the sheets. A second later, she presented me with her underwear, and I growled.

Grabbing them, I brought the material to my face. Her scent was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“Fuck, you turn me into an animal, Princess. One that will fuck you right now and not give a shit about anything else other than making you mine,” I said.

Ren smiled and turned onto her side, her ass pressing into me.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, but my voice came out breathy and needy, giving my true desire away. Ren nodded and wiggled her ass against my trapped cock. “What happened to me needing to be good?” She shrugged and flung her leg over the top of mine, rubbing back and forth.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned and gave in, yanking my track pants down past my thighs.

My cock throbbed and was so hard it hurt, but I forced myself to slow down. Ren wasn’t a conquest. She was mine, my wife, my everything—how it happened, and when, didn’t matter now. All I knew was that my fate was sealed in Seattle, maybe even before then.

This moment wasn’t just about getting off. It was about being inside her, with her, reminding both of us that we were still alive and standing.

I shifted behind Ren and palmed my cock, giving it a few strokes before guiding it between her thighs. Her warmth welcomed me, and when I pushed the tip against her wet entrance, I moaned. It was a deep sound that vibrated my entire body and filled me with the need to move. But I didn’t. Not yet.

I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, rested my forehead against her spine, and just…felt. The heat of her body soaking into me. The slight tremble in her legs. The way she breathed, and her body tightened around me.

“I can’t decide if you’re an angel or a devil,” I whispered against her skin. My hand slowly wrapped around her throat. “But whatever you are…you’re mine, Princess.”

Ren glanced over her shoulder, and it was like the same thought was mirrored back at me.

With a slow thrust, I pushed into her, inch by inch, sinking deeper. Her body pulled me in like she needed this just as badly. I bit down on a curse. Every nerve in my body had caught fire. She was so fucking tight and wet. Her heat wrapping around me was everything I’d been craving.

Ren’s soft gasp spurred me on, but I held back, rocking into her with careful strokes. My hand found hers and laced our fingers together, grounding me in the moment…in her…in us.

Lightning filled my veins, and a slow burn in my spine built toward my release. Her hips rolled, her rhythm matched mine, and I couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that tore from my throat.

My teeth scraped gently against her skin as I kissed her neck. I knew I was close…too close, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to live in these few stolen seconds where nothing else existed but the sound of her breath and the feel of her body.

Dropping my hand to her thigh, I guided her leg up a little higher as I hit deeper, slower, grinding inside her with every punch of my hips. Her pussy wrapped around me like velvet sin, and I swore under my breath, jaw clenched tight, trying not to lose myself.

I fucked her slow, dragging it out, and kept my princess on edge.

My free hand slipped under her shirt, over the curve of her breast, and teased her nipple.

“Nash,” she said, without hesitation or stuttering, and my heart warmed. My name had never sounded so sweet on someone’s lips.

It was pure chaos and an erotic calm all at once. Ren’s soft gasps, my quiet groans, and the wet sound of us moving together filled the room. The last of my control was unraveling.

“You feel like heaven, Princess. I could stay inside of you like this forever,” I breathed out, and her pussy clenched tighter. I smirked. “Is that a, yes?” I nipped at her soft skin, relishing in this moment.

“Fuck,” I growled, not even sure how I was keeping the slow, measured pace. She gasped, and I rolled the little bud of her nipple between my fingers, pushing her off a ledge. She bucked against me, making my eyes roll back into my head.

“Breathe, Princess,” I rasped, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I want you to come again. Will you do that for me? Come all over my cock? Show me you’re mine?”

She did. God, maybe that was why I fell apart right alongside her. With every thrust of my hips, every broken sound she let slip as I fucked her slow and deep, I crumbled a little more .

Her breath hitched, and her body tightened like a bow pulled taut. Ren’s rhythm became erratic as the tremors started. I felt the change, the wild desperation in the way she rocked against me. Sliding my hand down over her clit, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came.

The walls of her pussy spasmed as she coated my cock with her release..

Ren whimpered, and looked back at me. The fear and worry was completely gone. For a few minutes she was able to forget and feel and claw her way toward the living and out of the dark.

“N…Nash,” she said. Her voice was a whisper soaked in wreckage that I understood, and it ruined me along with her.

I broke. Thrusting in one final time and groaning into her shoulder, I came undone.

The orgasm ripped through me with a savage force.

My chest caved under the weight of how much I loved her.

I emptied every part of myself into her.

Every ounce of grief, rage, hope, need, and love until there was nothing left but shaking limbs and shattered breaths.

I didn’t let her go. I couldn’t.

Because in the tangled silence, I knew I’d never be whole without her again. And it fucking terrified me to my core.

“Even if the world crumbles around us, you’ll be the first and last thing I reach for,” I whispered in her ear.

As our heart rates settled, Ren glaned over her shoulder at me and mouthed.

I love you, too.