Page 113 of River & Crown
"What did the doctor say at your last visit?" he husked.
I couldn't see him, but just feeling his presence so close without touching me turned me on. I worked my hips, grinding back and forth just how he liked.
"Four."
I stood up and faced him, my eyes sparkling with the need to feel him inside of me.
"I don't care what the doctor said. I'm tired of hearing how much you love me. I want to feel it. Plus, I think I'm ready to moan out I'm Mrs. Gravehart even when I'm not." I smiled, letting my teeth sink into my bottom lip.
The urge to reach out to satisfy my hunger for Crown was killing me. My man was fine. His skin was dark like chocolate, a face only God himself could've crafted, hands calloused and tantalizing whenever they touched me. Crown wasn't doing anything but standing there with hooded eyes, yet he was still robbing me of my breath.
"You talking that shit I like to hear but you know what comes with you moaning it, right?"
My gaze flickered downward as a soft blush rose to my cheeks. I knew exactly what came with giving in to Crown. He wanted forever, and until this point, I've been too scared to give it to him. A small, hesitant smile tugged at my lips. I looked up, catching his gaze, and blushed harder. My eyes never left his as I pulled my curls from the ponytail that he put them in. Shaking them out, I let them fall just how he liked.
"Triplets," I softly purred before spinning on my heels and walking into the bathroom.
Looking behind me to see if Crown followed wasn't needed. I felt him, his skin never touching mine, but his presence wrapping me in its arms. Stepping into the shower, steam rose as I leaned into the warm spray. Seconds later, Crown stepped in, eyeing me lustfully. Standing directly under the showerhead, I became soaked, my curls deflated as my hands traveled along my body. My touch, Crown's eyes following my hands like a needy dog. They were focused, dark, and heavy with desire. Each part of me was touched by my hands but devoured by his gaze.
"Crown," I cooed, closing my eyes.
"Nah, don't close 'em. I wanna see you." The heat behind his words was undeniable and demanding.
My lids peeled open. My body started to tingle not from the heat of the water but from the ache pulsing between my legs. Unable to control myself I parted my thighs and rubbed againstmy clit. My nipples hardened against my free hand. Watching me, Crown's jaw tensed.
"Baby," I whimpered. Eyes fluttering shut I pressed harder against my clit. "Fucck!"
My hips wound, but it wasn't enough to send me over. I needed him.
"Cro—" His calloused hands squeezed at my throat, choking his name out of me.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
My lips parted, inviting his tongue inside. Our mouths collided in heat. We kissed sloppily, eager, unrestrained. I felt suffocated by the love Crown was feeding my body.
"You feel how hard my dick is for you, Four? That's how much I'm in love with yo' ass."
Crown fed me his words, and our lips slipped, parting with wet, desperate sounds.
"Give it to—" Crown tossed my hand to the side, wrapped my leg around his waist then dropped every inch of his dick inside of me.
"Shiitttt," I hissed. A pulsing pain ached against my scar, a reminder of what I've been through.
"Four, tell me if I'm hurting you."
I blinked, waiting for the pain to dull itself.
"Four, I'ma?—"
"No," I squealed. "I'm fine. Just go slow." I smiled.
"You sure?" he asked, voice rough like gravel soaked in honey.
"Yes."
Crown didn't understand that he wasn't the only one in need. His body against mine, slow stroking between my legs was a gravity I couldn't resist. I sucked in a sharp breath as the pain hit again. It was probably too soon, but I needed this.
"You're still healing, Four. We can do?—"
