Page 31 of Crowned In Sin

Then, still gently, he turns me over onto my stomach. He positions himself between my legs so I cannot close them and runs one hand down my back, all the way down to my bottom.

I gasp when he spreads my cheeks apart with the pad of one thumb, but he adds some pressure there, as if trying to soothe me.

He gathers more of my arousal from my cunt and strokes the wetness over my asshole.

“I…I’ve never⁠—”

“Quiet,” he hushes me, and I do my best to quiet myself. It is the first thing he has ever said to me, though he did not truly use his voice. My heart races.

Sleep and pleasure drug me into submission.

He continues to draw my arousal up to my forbidden entrance, working it in as gently as he stroked my clit. I am not used to being touched there and cannot relax at first. He does not seem worried by this, although I cannot see his face, so I do not know for sure. I know he is persistent, adding pressure bit by bit, making my hole wetter so that when he slides his fingertip inside me, I cannot resist.

I must bury my face in the pillow and breathe, because the sensation is so foreign. I do not think I will ever get used to it, but he slides his other hand underneath me and strokes my clit.

I try again, as I turn my head from side to side on the pillow to tell him. But he heard me. He knows. And yet…

The pleasure helps me to relax. He does not make me come. I think if he did, his fingers in my ass would be too much. Still, I press my hips into his hand, angling them as best I can for more pleasure.

I don’t think I have ever been this wet before. It’s enough that he can fuck two fingers into my ass. Fuuuuck. The sensation is nearly too much as heat rages through me. I whimper when he adds a third, but he does not stop, and after a minute or two of gentle thrusts the burn recedes and I am able to take it.

He keeps his fingers inside me as he lifts my hips. I don’t know what he plans to do until he rubs his cock through my folds, almost as if he is going to fuck me there. He dips the crown into my opening and makes sure it is coated. Then he lowers my hips again, pulling his fingers out as he does.

Oh fuck. I moan into the pillow as he pleasures me.

His hand continues to move on my clit as he presses himself to my hole. I concentrate on the pleasure between my legs and breathe as deep as I can. I bite down on the pillow as he pushes in. The pressure is so intense that for a moment or two I do not think I can bear it, but then he presses harder on my clit, and my body takes over. I don’t know what I do, exactly, but it allows him in.

My breath catches and the heat intensities.

My head spins as he presses forward. It is so much tighter than my pussy. It is so much more forbidden. I am terrified of what I am doing, terrified I will break somehow, and so turned on I can hardly breathe.

Yet I must breathe, for his fingers are moving faster on my clit. He keeps his thrusts relatively slow and gentle. I wait for him to take me as he did before, fast and a bit rough, but he never does. He thrusts into my ass steadily, keeping at it as his hand moves and moves.

When his fingers stutter on my clit, I know he is close. That knowledge alone sends me over the edge. I cry out into the pillow as I come, because this, too, is much more intense when my ass is filled with his cock. His heat fills me there, and he holds my hips close to him as he comes.

I do not feel ready for him to pull out, but he does, as gently as he entered me. I collapse onto the pillows and he lies down behind me, putting his arms around me and pulling me close. His chest against my back. Both of our breathing unsteady.

Emotion overwhelms me, and I begin to cry, helpless to stop it. I can’t contain the guilt I feel. I’ve slept with two men in one day. I’ve betrayed them both all for short-lived pleasure.

I haven’t said enough. I was not kind, but firm. I didn’t tell him that we have to end this. Now what am I to do? I must tell Prince Jasper about this, too, and he will not be so forgiving when I do. How could he be? How could anyone? He offered me grace and I have taken advantage of that.

I could have said no, and yet, I didn’t.

The man from the shadows holds me and kisses the top of my head. I try to push the blindfold off, but he stops me with a hand around my wrist.

“Say something,” I beg, but he only kisses my neck. “Who are you?”

He turns over, or at least that’s what I think he does, but when I reach for him, I find only the blankets.

By the time I get the blindfold off, he’s gone.

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Casen

There are many ways to move unseen through any castle, and this one is no different.

I only wish I did not have to take each step with such longing in my heart. It’s an awful feeling, more painful than I had expected, and it does not leave me once I have returned to my room.