Page 54 of Crowned In Sin

“I want to kiss you.”

He smiles a handsome grin. So I get up and stand between his legs. I stroke his hair back from his face and run my fingers down over his scar. Then, finally, I kiss him. I can feel the heat of Prince Jasper’s eyes on me, and that turns me on, desire flooding my body.

It reminds me of the first night in so many ways. A first of sorts that heats my blood. A moment I know I will remember forever.

Jasper

It’s thrilling to watch Cora kiss my brother. Her hands rest on his shoulders and the moment their lips mold against one another, her fingers tighten, digging into him. I love it. Watching her this way. Her long lashes flutter and a blush rises on her cheeks.

She’s stunning, and I will never tire of her beauty nor the sight of her, taken to such places of pleasure by my brother. It surprises me, how infatuated I am by the way she reacts to his touch.

She kisses him without hesitation, without any regard for his scarring, and my cock twitches with need from both the image of her lips on his and the knowledge of what those lips feel like on mine.

For a moment, I don’t interrupt them. I watch my brother begin to lose his composure with a primitive need to take her, and that is not something I imagined he would ever have when he was returned to us after his capture.

Fate is a cruel bitch and yet, she’s provided for me and my brother in a way I could never have imagined. Maybe it was always meant to be this way.

I hold back as he pushes his hands underneath Cora’s skirts, driving them all the way to her waist, and hold back again as he undoes his trousers and frees himself. She glances at me nervously as he kisses down her neck and I nod my head for her to continue. Her lips are parted as soft moans of pleasure leave her, and I’m obsessed with the sight.

There’s a flurry of his clothing being ripped off as they feel each other’s body. I know it’s the first time she’s seeing his chest and chiseled muscles. She licks her lower lip at the sight of his cock and I love it. Details like this I’d never see if not for my brother joining us. The slick sound it makes when she lowers herself down on him pulls a groan from my mouth, and Casen stops fucking her cunt only long enough to look at me over her shoulders.

When I join in at last, I do it slowly. Hands first, exploring her neck and her tits and her nipples under the dress. There’s something about her still being mostly clothed that makes the encounter that much more erotic.

My brother fucks Cora slowly, almost lazily, when I push two of my fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them with abandon, and I nearly think it would be enough—but when she is taking both of us, we must take more care. No matter how much I wish to fuck her recklessly, I imagine this will be…a lot for her to endure. At least the first time.

There’s a bottle of oil hidden in a nearby table, so I retrieve it and slick my fingers with it, then set about opening her asshole as she rides him, shuddering out several small orgasms and a larger one.

She’s tight and I can already imagine how she’ll feel. Like fucking heaven. My nerves get the best of me and I thrust my finger in deeper, loving how she bites down on her lower lip and then holds my brother to keep herself steady.

Both of our names slip from her lips in desperate pants. The warmth between us is all-consuming. Fucking hell, this is going to be decadent. I need to remember every moment. Every detail. It’s our first time truly together and I’m on edge for all that’s to come.

I add another finger, then a third. The right angle takes a bit of maneuvering to find—she must lean over him, and he must lean back, and I must spread her cheeks wide and hold her open in order to notch myself in.

Casen soothes her with his hands as I push in. A groan from deep in my chest leaves me at the immediate pleasure. Fucking hell. My toes curl and my body heats. She’s much tighter when her cunt is filled with his cock, and I nearly find my release already from how good she feels and the way she moans into my brother’s neck as I rock in and out of her ass. I’m slow for the both of us as she moans with every small movement Casen makes brushing against her clit and bringing her closer to her own release.

To make it last longer for us both, I pause, halfway in her, and lean down to kiss her neck and whisper praise into her ear. After all, she’s our good girl. She’ll be our perfect queen. She clenches on me, shaking with another small peak, and then I fuck her ass in earnest.

Cora becomes wild between us. She cannot control the rhythm with both of us thrusting into her, but eventually she learns to relax into our pace, riding Casen as I ride her.

Casen comes first, as I hoped he would. He holds her down on his cock, his arms wrapped around her, as I make my final thrusts, coming hot and hard into her ass.

The room is filled with the sounds of panting for several minutes afterward. I think we are all in our own minds, then, letting the memory of the pleasure sink in so we will never forget it.

“I love you,” I finally manage and kiss her, sucking on her bottom lip before letting go. Casen grunts an agreement and then kisses her as well, although one hand is placed on her chest over her heart. “He loves you too,” I whisper, ensuring she knows.

“I know,” she murmurs, her eyes still closed, and then she opens them, glancing between the two of us. “And I love both of you.”

Epilogue

Three months later, a fall celebration

Cora

My wedding is finally coming to a close, and the celebrations have gone on so long that it is no longer truly my wedding day.

I wanted very much to remember my mother on my wedding day, so I ordered that the festivities should go on as long as people wanted to attend them. I thought they might leave after the first round of dancing, or the second, but it seems that everyone who remembered her wanted to honor the joy she brought them as well. I didn’t expect to be so emotional, but I miss her greatly on this day. All in all, the musicians played for two nights, and the last of the guests are giving in to sore feet and the need for more sleep.

I’m surrounded by Isabel and my other wedding attendants, nearly asleep myself.