Page 58 of Crowned for His Son

But he was lowering his head, slanting his mouth over hers in searing possession that soon turned into fiery worship over every inch of her body.

‘I’m not going anywhere either,’ she returned, and then took the smallest triumph in seeing how that dissatisfied and unsettled him, hearing the lowest growl erupt from his throat.

The result was fire in his eyes, demanding mouth and hands, and a wicked edge to his possession as he quickly sheathed himself and parted her thighs. Eyes pinning hers, he kissed his way down one smooth inner thigh, then the other, his nostrils flaring as desire gripped him tighter still.

Then, with his fingers and his mouth, he tormented her long enough to drag pleas from her very soul before, levering himself once more over her, he slammed inside her, as if imprinting himself on her very soul.

Grabbing her hands, he shoved them above her head, imprisoned them against the headboard with one hand while the other captured her hip, held her steady as, with a fierce determination to conquer blazing in his eyes, he drove her right to the edge of the world, then held her there with exquisite precision. Until she was begging…then screaming.

Then she was soaring, crying out, ‘Oh, God, Azar. I can’t… I can’t… I’m coming!’

His triumph this time was absolute, as was the restoration of his control as he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her pleasure and her surrender.

‘For me. Only me.Sí?’

‘Yes! Only you!’

Words dissolved into action. Even as she was soaring he was flipping her over onto her knees, recapturing her hips. Then, with pure animalistic mastery, the King of Cartana reasserted his dominance. With fiery caresses, worshipful kisses and always, always, the relentless drive of his shaft, he finally gave a hoarse shout of his own, gifting her another sublime climax as he seized his.

Then, in silence, he stepped off the bed, caught up her sweat-slicked body against his own and marched them to his shower.

Eden could barely keep her eyes open as he gently bathed her from head to toe.

Or perhaps she didn’t really want to look into his eyes, see those shutters back in place.

Because from the corner of her eye she caught the tight clench of his jaw, the rigid way he held himself despite the slight tremble in his hands.

Yes, they’d been caught in the wildest tempest—but it was over. And now he was shoring up his defences.

It would be in her best interest to do the same. So she went one better and shut her eyes, scooping up her scattered emotions as he wrapped her in a sumptuous towel, after washing himself, then, striding back into his bedroom suite, placed her beneath the covers.

She didn’t even care that they were both naked. It would be absurd to call for modesty now, after what they’d done to each other. And it was too much effort to resist when he tugged her close, wrapped his warm, hard body around hers and instructed her gruffly to, ‘Sleep now,mi linda.’ He dropped a kiss on her neck, and added, ‘Rest that rebellious little spirit that I shouldn’t find quite so engaging and yet…’

Maybe it was her imagination that he’d left some words unsaid, or maybe she’d drifted off before he finished speaking.

Either way, her subconscious had other ideas.

She dreamt of sun-drenched joy, of playing with Max, and a hovering and protective Azar tossing swathes of broody, desirous looks her way, promising her the fantasy family she’d secretly yearned for.

But they quickly turned into a repetitive nightmare loop of frantic, shattered loss…a dark hellscape where she screamed her throat raw for her loved ones for what seemed like eons—until a firm hand was shaking her awake.

‘Wake up,cara,’ a deep voice commanded. Hands pushed back her hair from her face. ‘You’re having a bad dream.’

And when she opened her eyes to the dark concern in Azar’s eyes it was to feel a piercing spike of relief, quickly replaced by the most harrowing lance of pain she’d experienced yet.

Her migraine hadn’t gone away.

Hell, it was ten times worse!

She was gasping through fresh waves of pain when the kaleidoscope of memories she’d feared lost for ever zipped into life, like forked lightning in a storm.

Only once the pain cleared, the memories remained.

Of Arizona.

Of Nick.

Of her and Azar.

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