Page 22 of Merciless Is My Crown

“Let me worship you, Anaria. Let me make everything up to you, all my crimes and wrongs. Let me get on my fucking knees and make things right between us. My heart belongs to you now. Even if you say no tonight…I am yours, and I cannot—will not deny you. If you tell me to leave, I will obey.”

But his eyes begged me to let him stay.

His eyes begged me to let him love me, and I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything as badly as I wanted Tavion Montgomery right now. Looking into his face—shining with such yearning—was like coming home.

“Yes.”

He froze, as if trying to decide whether he’d heard me right, then shuddered, his body shivering in one, long, continuous motion, his knuckles, wrapped around the tub’s edge, turning white.

“Are you sure?” He searched my face with that unnerving intensity. “You have to be sure, Anaria. I don’t think I could…”

I rose, water streaming off me, and cupped his chin, brushing my lips over his. Softly, promising him everything I had to give, because that’s what was important right now. No matter his arrogance, Tavion needed me, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

His hands rested lightly on my hips, and mine moved to his shoulders as our kiss grew deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth with a reverence I’d never expected from him. I opened, completely compliant, letting him take his time, catching my bottom lip between his sharp teeth before he broke away.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure, Tavion. You’re right. We’ve wasted too much time.”

I closed my eyes when he dragged the towel off the counter and started drying me off, his hands deliberate, gentle, mirroring every sweep of fabric with a softer brush of soft lips over my skin, like a reverent, whispered thank you.

Then he was kneeling at my feet, head bowed before me, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from sifting through those silver locks, falling like silk between my fingertips, as he dried my feet, my ankles, then moved higher.

He glided the towel up my legs, deliberately enough I gasped when he reached my core, his quick glance up little more than dancing green eyes and a flash of white teeth before he went back to his work.

The room tipped when he swept me up, water flying everywhere as he strode across the tiled floor, kicked open the door, and pressed me into the mattress, his arms braced on either side of my head.

His chest rose and fell as his green-flecked gaze raked over me with slow, deliberate thoroughness, his face darkening as if imagining every wicked thing he planned to do to me.

“So fucking beautiful, my wife.” His voice pulsed with sex, my thighs rubbing together, dripping wet, and not only from the bath. I was fucking soaked for this male, for whatever storm he was preparing to unleash on me, and I could not wait.

“Reach up and grasp the headboard.” I obeyed, fingers scrambling until they found something solid to hold onto. “Now spread your legs for me, Anaria. As wide as you can. Show me that pretty pussy.”

I swallowed then did as he said, my fingers tightening on the headboard as my face heated.

“Gods.” There was a helpless sort of wonder in his voice as he trailed a hand down my body, over one breast, circling my hard nipple before he traced my ribs, the swell of my belly. “Gods, you are so beautiful. I don’t fucking deserve this, Anaria. But I swear, you won’t regret tonight. I’ll make you feel so good. So fucking good.”

Clothing rustled and I opened my eyes to watch him strip, revealing every inch of his perfectly honed body, wide chest tapering down to a tightly ridged abdomen, muscled thighs flexing as he peeled off his breeches.

He was…I’d seen him naked before, but this was different. Intimate.

A fucking work of art, dangerous and beautiful. Deadly and seductive.

When he turned, his cock was hard and heavy, the head touching his stomach, precum beaded on the tip in a pearly drop of white. My mouth went dry as I wondered what he’d taste like.

Imagined getting on my knees right now and finding out.

But all I could do was stare as he approached, sinking down between my legs, warm breaths feathering the insides of my thighs. His lips grazed along my knee, then moved upward, soft feathery kisses punctuated by nipping of teeth until his calloused palms pushed me wider, his mouth poised over my pussy.

He sucked in a deep breath, and I was never so glad to have just had a bath as I was right now.

“You smell fucking delicious.” My hips bucked up, body quivering in anticipation, needing him to lick me, fuck me, put his fingers or tongue or cock inside me. Anything but this aching emptiness that was absolutely killing me.

“Please, Tavion.” The plea came out in little panting breaths. “Please. Please touch me.”

“So impatient, my wife. So needy. So wet. Your pink pussy is gushing, and you smell like jasmine and amber. I could eat you for hours and never get enough.”

“Then fucking do it.” I was about five seconds from letting go of this headboard and putting his mouth where I wanted him when he finally moved, dragging his rough tongue through my folds with a purring growl that rumbled through my swollen flesh and speared straight into my core.

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