Page 95 of Cruel King


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I’d never loved anyone before. I’d never used those words. They always felt cheap. Like people just said them to show affection and not when it was real. All I knew was that I didn’t want to go another second without Gavin. And I was looking forward to that moment when I walked down the aisle with him.

Was that love?

Did IloveGavin King?

He grinned at the look on my face and then drew me toward him. At the first touch of his lips on mine, the day was swept away. I dragged him closer to me.

“We’re going to have to be quiet,” I groaned.

“We can be quiet,” he said as he walked me backward toward the bed.

His hands slid under my skirt, dragging along my bare legs. I wrenched at his shirt, desperate to get him out of it, to feel his body against mine. My back made contact with one of the posts on the bed, and a squeak escaped me.

“Shh,” he murmured as he claimed my mouth again.

My panties hit the floor, and I kicked out of them as I worked his belt loose and dragged his pants down.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my hand slid into his boxers.

“Shh,” I reminded him teasingly.

He arched an eyebrow at me and then gripped my thighs with such force as he lifted me off of the ground. I inhaled a gasp as I wrapped my legs around his waiting waist.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yes.” My voice came out breathy, almost a beg.

“Tell me,” he breathed into my ear as our bodies aligned.

“I’m yours.”

He thrust into me, and I cried out in a soft pant. He thrust in again, harder than before. I was not going to be quiet. There was no way I was going to be able to keep this in.

“More.”

He dropped me backward on the bed, burying himself even deeper inside of me. When my groans grew more insistent, he covered my mouth with his palm. My eyes widened as he drove into me again, holding me in place and claiming my screams for himself.

“All mine,” he told me as my eyes rolled back in my head.

I was close. So close already.

I could barely hold on as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck,” he ground out into my shoulder as I tightened around him.

Then, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I released as wave after wave shattered against the rocks. I was incoherent, seeing stars, as he shuddered and finished inside of me.

“Oh my god,” I whispered breathlessly.

He kissed my shoulder. “Good girl.”

Every breath from my lungs, every beat of my heart, and every thread within my soul belonged to this man.

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WHITLEY

After such a magical weekend, I wasn’t ready to return to New York. I worried that the enchantment would burst when we went back to daily life. But things were just as wonderful in the city as they had been while visiting our families. We alternated sleeping at each other’s apartment. He picked me up with coffee every morning for work. We lounged around with our friends every weekend.

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