He needed to show her exactly what she meant to him. That she wasn’t just another body in his bed, another fleeting moment of pleasure to be forgotten when the night ended; she was different. She was precious.
He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as he tilted her head to meet his gaze. His voice was rough, his control hanging by a thread. “Time for that...later,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her swollen lips.
Her brows furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across her face.
“Right now is about you and only you,” King scooped her up effortlessly, laying her back against the mattress, his body covering hers. His mouth captured hers, deep and possessive, as his hands explored every inch of her soft skin.
King could tell by her breathy moans and the way her body trembled that she was close. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her slick heat. She was so damn tight, and a flash of concern flickered through him.
Easing one finger inside, he moved slowly, preparing her, stretching her. She gasped, her hips tilting to take him deeper. When he added a second finger, her reaction was instant. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, urging him to move faster.
“Careful,” King warned, though pride surged through him at her need for more. “You’re tight, Amara. I don’t want to hurt you. How long has it been since you’ve had a man?”
Her hooded eyes lifted to meet his, dark with pleasure. “I’ve never had a man as big as you.”
His cock jerked in response, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. Damn. Not only was she stroking his cock, but his ego too, and he really fucking liked it.
“As much as that boosts my ego, that’s not what I asked.” He arched a brow, nipping at the soft curve of her neck. “How long has it been, Amara?”
“A long time,” she admitted breathlessly. Then she moaned as he slipped another finger inside, stretching her further.
King liked hearing that she hadn’t had a man in a long time. Yeah, he was a jealous fucker and didn’t share. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, he’d kill any son of a bitch who even thought of touching her.
“Now, can we stop talking about this?” Her voice turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers just right. “I trust you, King. I know you’d never hurt me. Just fuck me already. You’re driving me crazy.”
King’s cock throbbed at her words and any restraint he had left nearly snapped. Sliding his fingers out, he sat up and pulled her toward him, settling her straddled over his thighs.
“Oh, honey, I’m going to fuck you every way a man can fuck a woman,” he promised, his voice low and rough with need. He cupped her face, forcing her gaze to his instead of his aching length. “But right now…” He brushed his lips over hers. “Right now, I’m going to make love to you.”
She blinked at him, her hands tracing over his chest. “There’s a difference?” she asked with a teasing smile.
“Oh yeah,” King rumbled, his expression darkening. “A big fucking difference.”
His grip tightened on her hips as he lifted her, positioning her over him. He kept his eyes on her, reading every flicker of emotion as he slowly lowered her onto his cock.
Her body tensed, instinctively trying to take more, but he wouldn’t let her rush it.
“King,” she sighed in frustration, her hands clutching his shoulders.
He smirked, dipping his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive peak. “I love it when you say my name,” he murmured against her skin before releasing her and lowering her a little more. “I’m going to let you be in control until I know you’re ready.”
She frowned, her eyes narrowing. “I have no control,” she pointed out, then gasped as he slid deeper inside her. “You have all the power.”
King chuckled. “I mean with the pace.”
“If we ever get there,” she grumbled, then moaned as he pressed deeper still.
“Impatient, are we?” he teased, only to groan when she suddenly took charge, pushing herself down onto his entire length in one smooth motion.
“Yes,” she whispered, throwing her head back as her body adjusted to his size. Then she began to move. Slow at first, her hips rocking experimentally, but as the pleasure built, her confidence grew. She quickened her pace, riding him, taking what she needed, and all he could do was watch, completelyfucking mesmerized. His grip on her hips loosened, letting her take full control.
Her stunning white hair framed her flushed face; her lips parted with a moan as she moved above him with complete abandon. King could do nothing but watch, entirely and utterly wrecked by the sight of her taking her pleasure on top of him. His mind, usually sharp and in control, was blank, practically obliterated by the way she rode him and the raw passion written across her beautiful face.
The sounds she made, her soft cries and breathless whimpers only made him harder inside her, something he hadn’t even thought possible. Fuck, she was perfect. And she was his.
"King," she gasped, slowing, her molten gaze locking onto his. "I need more. Please."
His restraint snapped like brittle thread. He knew exactly what she wanted because he needed it just as badly.