Page 133 of King of Power

I catch her wrists before she wraps her hand around my cock. “You’re not finished with your bath.”

“Fuck the bath.” She grinds against me, making me groan as her heat presses against my already-hard cock. “I need you inside me.”

The last threads of my control snap. I release her wrists and she immediately reaches for me. Her small hand wraps around my length, squeezing just the way she knows I like.

“Careful, love.” My voice is gravelly with need, barely able to control myself.

She gives me a wicked grin in response.

When she positions herself over me, I force myself to remain still. Let her take control, even though every instinct screams at me to flip her over and fuck her until she screams my name.

She sinks down onto me inch by torturous inch, her walls gripping me like a vise. The sight of her taking me in, combined with the exquisite pressure of her body, nearly undoes me.

“Fuck,” I groan when she’s fully seated. “You feel so goddamn perfect.”

Her answer is to rise up and slam back down, setting a pace that has us both gasping. Water sloshes over the sides of the tub as she rides me, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement.

I let her maintain control for as long as I can stand it, which isn’t nearly long enough. When I feel her walls beginning to flutter around me, signaling her approaching orgasm, I snap.

In one fluid motion, I lift her off my cock and set her on the edge of the tub. She makes a sound of protest that turns into amoan when I spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping pussy to my hungry gaze.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur before diving in.

The first swipe of my tongue makes her cry out. I take my time exploring her folds, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I devour her like a starving man.

“Zeke, please.” Her hands fist in my hair, trying to direct me where she needs me most.

I resist, maintaining my leisurely pace. “Something you want, love?”

“More,” she begs. “Please, I need—ah!”

I cut her off by sucking her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her back arches as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her come undone.

“That’s it,” I encourage when I feel her walls starting to tighten. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me taste you.”

She shatters with a cry of my name, her body convulsing around my fingers as I work her through it. Before she can come down, I rise up and slam into her, making her scream.

“Again,” I demand, setting a punishing pace. “Give me another one.”

She’s so sensitive from her first orgasm that it doesn’t take long. I feel her walls starting to pulse around me and growl, “Open your eyes. Look at me when you come.”

Those stunning green eyes lock onto mine as she falls apart again, and the sight pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a groan of her name.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting. When I finally pull out, my cum immediately starts leaking from her well-used pussy. The sight stirs something primal in me.

I gather some on my finger and push it back inside her, making her whimper. “Mine,” I growl, rubbing the rest around her still-sensitive clit. “All mine.”

“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly. “Always yours.”

I clean her up before wrapping her in a thick towel. Once we’re both dry, I carry her to bed, not bothering with clothes. She curls into my side immediately, her wet hair soaking my pillow. I don’t care.

“Thank you,” she whimpers, already half asleep. “For taking care of me.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, overwhelmed by how much I love this woman. “Always, love. Always.”

She drifts off quickly, exhausted from the day and our activities. I stay awake a while longer, watching the moonlight play across her peaceful face and thinking about how close I came to losing her—to losing both her and Leo.

Never again, I vow silently. I’ll burn the whole world down before I let anyone hurt my family again.

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