Page 66 of Crown of Thorns
Every ridge of his defined physique is a sharp outline, and I feel each one against me as if his body is a map I can't stop tracing. Rationality is seeping through my fingers.
His crow tattoo pressed against my palm feels like a dark promise. Beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous. Just like him.
“You devil.” I make work of rolling down my pants and lift his hands above his head, snarling as I straddle his hips. I’ve been so careful, but here we are. I’m losing my sanity. “Is this what you want?” I shake his wrists. “My attention? You can have anyone you want. Anyone. They all want you, they all look at you.”
“Baby, you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
“Shut up and take off your pants.” Sliding my thigh off of him, I roll him onto his stomach and wriggle him out of his tight jeans and briefs. His sun-kissed skin is perfect. Those wings, completely covering his rippling shoulder blades, the crow, the gate to his secret life. “You can’t blackmail me. Can’t renovate my private space. Can’t sleep in my bed.”
He wiggles his ass, two firm round globes made of flawless skin and watches me over his shoulder with a superior smirk. “I already did.”
Yes, he did. My little devil. And now I can’t stop wanting to claim every inch of him. No matter how hard I fight, the desire only gets bigger, consuming my every thought. I drop a kiss on his ass cheek, then bite hard and watch how his eyes roll back.
“Fuck.”
He grunts when I do it again, this time slapping the other cheek. He jolts against the sheet, making my cock full like I’venever experienced before. Jesus. I’ve never let myself go this far, not even the first time in my office when he let me lose control. Yet I can’t stop alternating between biting and slapping, slapping and biting, keeping Louis on edge with anticipation for what I’ll do next.
“Fuck, baby, love it when you lose your mind.”
He curls his lips into a satisfied smirk, and white-hot rage flashes through me. I’m not strong enough to keep this desire at bay. He whacks open the bedside drawer and scoops out the lube, uncapping the bottle and spurting a generous amount onto his fingers. My throat dries when he reaches behind and slips a wet finger over his crack. I blindly grab the lube from his fingers, coating mine with the slick, cool liquid before slowly sliding my finger inside him, feeling the tight heat welcome me.
“This is my ass,” I rumble. I don’t recognize my voice. Don’t recognize the authority. Louis whimpers and pulls out his finger, using his hand to stroke my wrist, leaving a strange tingling under my skin. I don’t remember when I took off all my clothes. My cock, hard and heavy, glides up and down his ass cheek while I watch my finger pump inside his ass. Inside his round, perfect ass. Louis grunts and mewls, rolling his hips for more friction. Leaning over his back I bite his nape, then suck his ear. “And I’m going to fuck my ass so hard you won’t need a reminder who it belongs to.”
“Please, baby.”
Spreading his pink cheeks, I watch his sweet hole flutter, then spit on it, before sliding a finger in, then a second one, slowly working him open.
Louis moans, a sweet sound that makes me possessive as hell. Kneading the skin, I just slapped firmly, I wait for him to push back on my fingers before finally pulling them out. He whimpers at the loss. The throbbing in my chest intensifies.
“Turn around. Give me what I want.”
Louis scrambles onto his back, eyes dark with hunger. “Do it. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
He lifts his hips and throws his muscled legs over my shoulders. His weight grounds me, I think, but it doesn’t take away the madness. His smirk, plastered to his handsome face, only puts gasoline to the fire that’s raging inside me.
“You’re so hard for me.”
“Then let me stretch you entirely. You moan for me so prettily.” The tip of my dick slides into his hole and his muscles clench around it. “Goddamn…you were made for me.”
Louis’s hand comes up to mine, his long, inked fingers entwining with mine. “All the way, baby. I can take you.”
Our mouths clash in teeth, tongues, hunger. Blood is drawn. Wounds kissed shut. Our breaths tangle as we writhe together. Louis kisses me like he’s the one fucking me, his tongue matching my dick’s rhythm.
“I love how you’re owning me, baby.”
Low groans and moans echo in the air, and it takes me a second to realize they’re mine. Whatever I've kept buried, the shame, the fear, the hunger, it’s all come loose. My walls are down, and Louis is inside. I can barely breathe.
Every time I bottom out, shoving against his pleasure spot, he groans and cries out. They are the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. “Oh, baby, you’re everything I’ve wanted for what feels like forever.”
A rush of heat floods my chest, melting something deep inside me. It’s not supposed to. My heart is beating so loudly, I think it’ll burst through my chest. What is he doing to me? “You’re infuriating. All smiles and promises. But you’re not letting anyone else inside you, are you? This,allof this, is mine. Hmm…” I nose his throat, then lick his skin. “You smell so good, Louis.” Our chests are both heaving, not quite touching. Both ofus are slick with sweat, sharing a cradle of warmth. “So alluring. Let me see your face.”
Louis smiles up at me and my chest does that throb again. I nibble on his throat, his jaw. “You’re the most magnificent man on the goddamn earth, little devil.”
“Say…say it again.”
“Say what, little devil, that you’re magnificent? That you’ve bewitched me?”
His smile widens. I swear, he is going to be the death of me. He’s going to make me throw away everything I’ve so carefully created. Irresistible.
