Page 131 of The Crown’s Temptation

He walked me backward to the bed, laying me down and following. His weight pressed me into the sheets as we kept kissing. His fingers slid inside me and I let out a small moan. I touched him the same way, fingers wrapping around him and stroking until his breath hitched.

He made a sound low in his throat and his forehead dropped to mine. We stayed like that, both of us breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, his hand still moving between my thighs and mine still moving against him, neither of us ready to stop touching the other yet.

His eyes found mine in the dark. He did not rush. He lowered himself slowly, kissing down my belly until finally his mouth was between my legs, his tongue parting me in one long, careful stroke.

That alone undid me. Before he had done anything else, my back arched and I began moaning and trembling, release cresting so fast it startled us both. A groan rumbled from his chest, low and disbelieving, like the sound of me coming apart for him was the first thing that had felt real in far too long.

He did not stop. His grip held firm and he pushed my thighs down, tongue thrusting and curling, drawing me right back up again. My hands fisted in his hair, and my moans grew louder, my thighs trembling against his shoulders until the pleasure coiled so tight it bordered on pain. When release tore through me a second time, he moaned against me, drinking every pulse, every shudder, until sweat beaded on my chest and my body was limp and gasping beneath him.

He kissed his way back up my body, unhurried, until his mouth found mine again. I pulled him closer by the back of the neck and kissed him harder, and he made another sound against my mouth. His hand slid between us, slow at first, then his hips moved forward. He paused at my entrance and stared at me. "What do I need, Asha?"

Something in me warmed at the invitation, an invitation that only I would understand. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He needed me to beg.

“Please, Colsar. Please. Fuck me until I forget. Fuck me until I can't breathe. Fuck me until I am so covered in you that when I return every male creature in Morrath will know who I belong to."

A low growl rose from his chest.

"Please, Colsar," I whispered.

He stared down at me with an intensity I had never seen before.

"Please."

He didn't move.

I ran my hands slowly up his arms.

"Do not deny me," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "Colsar."

He leaned closer until his lips hovered just above mine.

"Yes?"

"Fuck me."

I reached for him. He caught my wrist before I could touch him, but before he could pin it above my head, I slapped him.

The crack echoed through the room.

A thin line of blood appeared along his lip.

My hands were shaking.

"I said..." My voice broke. "Fuck me."

With a low growl he finally pushed forward, parting me inch by inch. A small ache rose first, unfamiliar after so many months apart, and I gasped against his mouth as my body stretched around him. The ache eased as the fullness grew, until it stole the air from my lungs and left me trembling beneath him.

"More," I bit out.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to pound into me until I clenched around him, digging my nails into his back until I drew blood. He paused and looked down at me. Then finally spoke.

"You hit me," he said quietly.

"I have lost my mind, Colsar. That is what you do to me. Do not deny me what was unfairly taken away."

My hands began trembling.