Page 202 of The Crown’s Temptation

The climax crashed over me before I could finish, sudden and overwhelming. My body locked tight, wetness rushing out around my fingers as I cried out, thighs shaking.

His hands gripped my chin firmly, forcing my gaze up. “Look at me and only me.”

I did. The intensity of it undid me completely.

“Colsar,” I gasped, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I love you. Tell me you are my husband. That you will never do that⁠—”

He lifted me onto his lap in one smooth motion. “You chose me. Now you are stuck with me.”

“There is nowhere else I’d rather be stuck,” I murmured, voice still shaky.

He chuckled darkly. “Well, that is probably good, because I have no intention of letting you out of my bed anytime soon.”

He eased himself inside me in one long thrust and I moaned at the stretch, at the way he filled me completely. “I love you,” I said again as he buried his face against my neck.

“Again.”

“I love you, my king.”

“Fuck.” He moaned into my mouth, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I love you too, Asha Bear.”

The sounds of skin slapping skin began to fill the room.

“What else?” he growled in my ear.

“You are my everything.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

“Again.”

“Forever.”

His voice lowered to a deep, animalistic growl. “Again.”

He drove deeper, harder. Heat spilled between us as we came at the same time, my body pulsing around him while he groaned into my mouth, hips jerking with every movement.

When the last tremors faded, he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing ragged.

“I am glad that we don’t get married every day,” he murmured in my ear. “Because I just lasted all of three minutes.”

I let out a laugh. “It was longer than that, for certain.”

I paused, smiling against his mouth. “Maybe.”

I felt him harden inside me again, his length twitching with fresh interest.

“One word, Colsar?”

“The way you said maybe… it did something to me.”

I laughed out loud, kissing him until the laughter dissolved into new, softer moans.

Afterward we lay in the quiet. His hand was flat on my stomach. My head was against his chest.

He leaned over and kissed down my stomach. Then lower. His mouth trailed down my hip and along my thigh and then stopped at my ankle. He pressed his lips to the mark there the way you pressed your lips to something familiar, then looked up at me.