“I don’t know, baby. I want to but I’m pregnant.”
“Everything in this room is safe for your body in its current state. I made sure of it.” Crown pecked her lips, his dick poking against her. “I just want tonight to be memorable.”
“And if I say I’m nervous?”
He grabbed her chin gently. “Then we go at your pace. The second you uncomfortable, we stop. Ain’t nothing in this room more important than you feeling safe with me.”
That response alone relaxed her more than anything else could have. His hands slowly slid along her thighs as he lay her body back carefully against the silk sheets and pressed a slow kiss against her stomach. He reached over and grabbed the massage oil. Pouring some in his large hands, he took his time rubbing her body down from her neck down to her toes.
The massage.
The dim lighting.
The deep waves on his head.
The tattoos on his body.
The hunger in his eyes.
Everything about Crown in that moment screamed dangerous and protective at the same time. And somehow that combination always made Nivéa melt.
“You still trust me?” He asked, now hovering over her body, massage oil tossed to the side.
Nivéa nodded slowly, intertwining her fingers with his. Her body felt so good from his massage that she damn near drifted off to sleep.
“With my life.”
Crown broke eye contact, lowering his face near her ear. “Good.”
The next thing Nivéa felt was her arm being shifted upward and cool metal brushing softly against her wrist.
Click.
Her breath caught instantly, and the second the other wrist clicked into place beside it, heat rushed straight through her body. Not fear, but anticipation…nervous excitement.
Nivéa tugged lightly against the cuffs in curiosity, her gaze finding Crown’s afterward. And the look on his face almost took her out completely. He had traded his diamonds for a gold fang grill capping his canines. It glistened as his lips parted slightly. The reflection of the fireplace burned in his eyes as he stared into her soul. There was something dangerous lurking beneath his calm expression, something dark and possessive that made her stomach flutter. In that moment, Crown looked less like her husband and more like the man who ran the streets without apology. A nigga capable of great destruction.
With one hand around her throat, Crown cupped her calf with his other hand, slowly running it up her leg. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through Nivéa, but she remained silent as he continued his slow exploration, eventually cupping her wetpussy. Nivéa’s warmth and energy seemed to come alive when his fingers spread and pulled back on her hood, exposing her clit.
With wet and warm lips, Crown kissed and tongued and sucked on her, passionately. He loved her so much that he just wanted to take care of her…please her. Listening to her breaths growing shallow, he slid his warm palms from caressing her ass cheeks to massaging her breasts as he ate. He watched a shudder go through her body as most of the anxiety left her face in place of ecstasy.
As he devoured her, Crown smoothly reached over and retrieved the bottle of lubricant. Pulling back slightly, he stroked himself with it, then poured it on her before rubbing the tip of his dick against her entrance.
“Ohhh…” Nivéa cooed, the cuffs on her wrists clacking.
Crown pressed his tongue in her mouth and kissed her beautifully, groaning as he entered her. Nivéa moaned louder at the sensation, her stomach tightening as the warmth and his length became almost overwhelming. He felt so good; she just wanted to touch him…hold him.
“Babyyyyy,” she cried out as he gripped her thighs and pressed them to the bed. Instinctively, she tried to reach down and push against his abdomen, but reality sank in…she was trapped.
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah…” Crown rocked into her, his upper lip curling in pleasure. “Can’t run from this dick tonight. Can’t push me out.”
Nivéa moaned, and he kissed her deeply. With his eyes closed, Crown’s hands roamed over her body, his chain brushing against her glistening skin. His fingers worked their magic, coaxing warmth from her breasts, milk spilling forth trickling onto his chest.
“Damn, baby.” He grunted.
Crown gave her a couple more thrusts, then paused, lowering his head to savor her. As he drank from her breast, an undeniable hunger surged within him. Reaching over, he grabbed the hands-free clitoral vibrator, positioning it against her sensitive clit. Securing it in place, he watched in delight as she cried out.
