Page 115 of Wrathful King

His lips crashed down on mine, tongue domineering my mouth, hands rough against my ass. He jerked me up and against him so his erection pressed against my center. I gasped, which he swallowed with his lips. My fingers hooked in his waistband, Amon’s gaze on me full of hunger.

He ripped his mouth away, backing me into the wall.

Amon bent his head, his tongue brushing my ear. “Mine.”

“Yours.” I turned my face, bringing my lips to his ear.

I kissed his ear, then trailed my tongue over the rim. He exhaled and pulled back so he could look at my face, and the look in his eyes almost made my knees buckle.

His erection sprang free when I tugged his pants down, and Amon braced himself with his hands on either side of my head. I stared down at his length and sank back against the wall. He was long, thick, and impossibly hard.

I tore my gaze away only to find Amon’s burning, penetrating stare. My cheeks blazed with heat, and Amon smiled as he leaned forward, trailing his tongue over my bottom lip.

Curling my fingers around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist while he walked backward. I guided his cock inside my wet heat.

My head tipped back with a moan. “God, you feel so good…”

He sat on our bed as I straddled him, lowering myself until he was fully sheathed inside me. My palm rested on his chest, finding comfort in his heartbeat that drummed just for me, and I started to move slowly, circling my hips.

My tempo sped up as I rode him, feeling him grow bigger inside me, if that were even possible. His grunts and my moans echoed in the air. The way our groins met with each up-and-down movement. My arousal dripped down my thighs, the sound of the slap of flesh against flesh filling the space.

My breasts bounced, aching for his touch. As if he read my thoughts, he reached a hand out and pinched my nipple, sending a shudder through me.

Then without a warning, he grabbed me by my hips and rolled us over. My back hit the mattress and a low squeal tumbled from me, but with the first thrust, it turned into a moan. Amon fucked me hard and fast.

He whispered filthy things, rasping promises that he always kept, words of love that I knew he meant.

“More,” I begged.

His pace turned slow and unhurried, hitting my sweet spot and raising goosebumps along my skin.

“Ohhh… yes… Amon… yes…” My cries increased as I fell apart, my orgasm exploding through me. My inner walls clenched around his length and he was right behind me, our joint pleasure becoming something magical.

Afterward, we lay sprawled over each other, my lips trailing kisses over his torso.

“You know, we need to start using protection or we’ll end up with a soccer team like Isla and her husband.”

His chest vibrated. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. You become starved for me when you’re pregnant.”

“What?” I pouted. “Are you saying our sex life is lacking when I’m not?”

He laughed. “Not at all, but we agreed on a big family.”

I let out a choked laugh. “No, you said we need this house for our big family. You never clarified it would be through birthing a dozen babies.”

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Four more.”

I lifted up my head and leveled him with a glare. “I’ve already given you two.”

“So two more,” he shot back.

My lips pursed. “One more.”

“Deal.”

Our love and family were messy and flawed, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.