Page 76 of Broken King


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I sit up and take his thick cock in my hand, then lean down to wrap my lips around him. Wanting the control. Wanting to know I can bring this man to his knees too.

“Not tonight, duchess. Tonight, is about you.” The bed dips with the weight of one knee, then the other. “Tonight, I want to make you feel good. I want to worship you in my bed, where I’ve thought of you so many fucking times. I want to take my time and explore every inch of your body.”

Both hands cup my ass and pull me toward him until he’s settled between my thighs, and a breathless moan leaves my lips. He rubs his cock along my drenched sex, and I lift my hips, encouraging him to move. To take what he wants. To give us both what we need.

My body trembles with anticipation.

My pussy throbs with need in sync with the beat of my heart.

The air grows thick with want.

When he finally pushes inside me, it isn’t slow or careful. He seats himself fully in one strong thrust, and my already heightened senses explode in a kaleidoscope of color behind my eyes. Then he pulls out entirely and thrusts again. And again. Driving us higher and higher.

I know I can’t hold out long.

He leans down and kisses me reverently, and I wonder how I ever lived without him.

Strong hands wrap around my back and pull me up to him. Straddling his lap, my legs wrap around his waist as we sit chest to chest. With every inch I move, his hard body rubs my soft skin, the friction driving me higher.

No space is left between us.

My nails rake over his shoulders, holding him to me.

Breathing him in as he controls our rhythm.

I can’t get enough.

Sex has never been like this.

It’s us.

It’s only ever been us.

When my orgasm finally washes over me like a warm wave pulling me under, it’s with my mouth on Cade’s. Gasping for breath. Clinging to him. To us.

Refusing to let this moment end.

I lay limply in his arms, draped against his body as he pulls his cock out once more before pushing deep inside me and coming on a long, low groan.

Kissing my lips. My neck. My head.

Holding me to him.

Worshipping me.

Breaking me beyond repair, yet healing all my broken pieces.

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