Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Trace

I worry I’ll hurt Shea because I’m so wrecked with the need to fuck her ass that the room starts spinning. With shaking hands, I part her ass cheeks, my prize staring at me. No other claiming like this has made me salivate like right now.

There’s been no one else as far as I’m concerned. Shea has claimed me in a much more visceral way.

After dousing her hole with more lube, I stroke my cock until it’s insanely slick. I nudge the crown of my dick at her entrance, the muscle contracting.

“I hope this is a feeling you never fucking forget. Because as soon as the pain wears away it will be the most mind-bending pleasure.” I push forward to breach the outer ring.

Sliding into her ass one inch at a time, I let her acclimate to me. It’s better for both of us this way. I’ve never done this without a condom. But if I can’t trust my princess, who can I trust?

After her ass accepts several strokes of my full length and girth, I’m crazed from the tension and slam into her. With hard, deep thrusts, I take her ass like I’m pillaging in the medieval days. Claiming her. Claiming what’s already fucking mine.

“You... You maniac.”

“You... You love it.” Does she love me? “I can come like this,” I hiss and bend one of her knees to get deeper into her ass. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

My cock jerks and quivers inside her ass. Heat surrounds my cock as I fill her up. I pull out, letting the last of my hot cum coat her slit.

“Hah,” I mumble. “My cum and your blood. Mixed together beautifully, I feel like an artist creating the perfect combination of spirits that found each other after lifetimes apart.”

“Trace,” she whimpers, dropping to the mattress and turning over to look at me. “What are you saying?”

“Me and you, Shea.” I lean down to kiss her. “You and me. This was always meant to be.”

We lay together and I lose track of time. I doze in and out of consciousness, just holding Shea.

I wake up when she sits up, her hair all fucked up. “What time is it?”

“I have no idea.” I rub my eyes, nor do I care. I don’t care what day or year it is, to be honest.

“I have a craving,” she confesses, her voice low.

“My dick is so sore, love. Just give me—”

She pulls away with a devilish smile. “For cheesecake! There’s plenty left over from the shower today.”

“Only if you let me feed it to you in the bathtub where I can soothe your ass.” I rub my tired eyes, every fucking muscle hurts, but I’ve never felt better in my life.

Scorching flames light up behind her eyes. “Enough so you can take me again like that?”

“I’ll go run the water right now.”

She brings our mouths together in a scorching kiss.

“Fuck, princess. I’ll take you again right now on the floor.”

“There’s time for that, too.” She winks.

“Bad, princess.”