Page 164 of Claimed By a King

He moves his hand between us, rubbing two fingers between my folds. Before I can demand he fingers me, he moves them and roughly spreads my ass cheeks. I feel one of the digits press against my tight opening, and I try to relax and let him in. But it’s not easy when every part of me is coiled tight, ready to detonate.

“Relax, Princess,” he growls just as he penetrates my ass.

“Gray,” I almost scream.

I nip his bottom lip one last time before I sit up, tilt my hips and pick up my pace. His cock twitches beneath me, and I unashamedly grind harder down on it while he stretches my ass by adding a second finger.

“You’re so fucking tight here,” he rasps.

As I look down at him, I feel the need to say something I hadn’t thought of before. “You’re the only one who’s ever had my ass,” I admit. “That’s all yours, Gray.”

The growl coming from him is almost feral, and his eyes darken until they’re almost black. “Only me?” he asks, like he needs the confirmation.

I nod. “Only you.”

He bucks his hips, adding to the growing pressure building between my legs. Then he lets go of one of my ass cheeks and wraps his hand around my throat where it belongs.

It only takes moments before I scream out his name as a powerful, all-consuming orgasm tears through me. My ass clenches around his fingers, and I grind harder, faster.

The moment his cock swells and jerks, I move back and wrap my hand around the base, pointing the head toward my stomach and tits.

“Paint my skin,” I purr as he erupts, shooting his cum onto my skin.

“Fuck. Princess,” he groans. Then he surges up, pressing his lips to mine. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

When he lies back down, I capture his gaze and lick my lips while rubbing his cum into my skin. “I want to wear you all day,” I say.

He arches an eyebrow. “Really?”

I grin at his shocked expression and jump off the couch before he can stop me. Then I hurry to the bedroom, wanting to get dressed as quickly as possible. I know I should probably shower, but I don’t want to wash the remnants of our shared pleasure away.

Gray joins me, and I feel him looking at me while we go through the domestic routine of getting dressed. We even brush our teeth together, and while he runs wet hands through his messy waves, I collect mine in two braids that hang down my back.

While we go through the motions of getting ready, it hits me how normal it feels. With everything we’ve been through together, normalcy isn’t something I thought about when thinking about our relationship. But now… I don’t know how to phrase it.

Perfection. Utopia.

No… Nirvana.

“Gray?” I ask when he’s tying the laces on his boots.

“Hmm?”

I swallow audibly and wipe my clammy hands on my jeans. I don’t know why I’m so nervous to ask. “What happens once we win the war?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, and when he looks up, that crease between his eyebrows is back.

I hold my arms out wide. “You’re the Prez now, so I understand you have obligations. But what if…” Shit, I don’t know how to ask what’s on my mind.

Gray gets to his feet and slowly joins me where I’m leaning against the wall. He wraps his hand around my throat, a gesture I’ve come to love. Where it once made me feel threatened and like I didn’t have any control, it now makes me feel powerful and wanted. Loved, even.

“Just spit it out already, Princess,” he rasps encouragingly.

“Can we ever go back to Nirvana?” I ask softly.

He studies my face, scrutinizing every millimeter. “Of course we can, Princess. Maybe not right away. But I promise we’ll make it back there one day.”

That’s all I need for now. A promise that we’ll go back to a place where there’s no one else around for miles.

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