Guarded King (Empty Kingdom #3)

Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHLOE

I stare up at him where he looms above me, still fully clothed, his hair disheveled and his gray eyes so dark with desire they look almost black.

No one has ever made me feel this desirable, this needy, this… powerful.

My body still buzzes from the orgasm he gave me, but I’m desperate for more. His body against mine, his hands on me.

So in response to his question, I answer the only way I can. “I want everything. All of it.”

The words have barely left my lips when he starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s moving too slow for my liking, so I sit up and pull the bottom of it out of his pants, then start with the bottom button and work my way up until we meet in the middle. When the sides fall apart completely, I slide my hands up his torso, savoring how smooth and warm his skin is. He lets me explore the dips and valleys, the hard muscles, and the trail of hair that leads downward until his body is coiled tight.

Finally, gripping my wrists, he pushes them away and shrugs the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

My thighs clench involuntarily at the sight. He’s mouthwatering like this, standing in front of me, his gray eyes piercing, the wide expanse of his chest on display, abs rippling, and that V that cuts in at his hips?—

He brings both hands to his belt buckle, snapping me out of my stupor, his gaze fixed on me as he sheds his pants and boxer briefs.

When I see his cock in full for the first time, I lose my breath. It was obvious that night in his office that he was big. But like this, I can see every detail. It’s long and thick and curved and so hard the head is almost brushing his abs.

When he grips it with one hand and stretches it away from his stomach, I bite my lip to stop the moan that rises in my throat.

I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside me, but I trust Roman to make sure my body takes him. He’ll make this night good for me, there’s no doubt in my mind.

Just thinking about it is making me desperate. Not just for him to fuck me, but to be claimed in a way I’ve never craved before. I know this is just a one-night thing, but the intensity of it feels like so much more.

He snags his discarded pants off the floor and pulls out a condom. With his teeth, he tears the wrapper, then sheaths his length in one smooth movement.

“Lie back.” The dark, bass rumble of his voice vibrates through me.

Obediently, I ease back. He follows, pushing my thighs apart and climbing onto the bed between them. There’s something in his eyes as he looms over me. It’s more than lust, but I can’t name it, and when he drags his thick crown through my soaked pussy, I forget all about it.

He stares down at where I’m spread open for him, the heat emanating from his body sending my heart racing. “So damn wet for me. So ready for my cock.”

I have to twist my hands into the bedcovers on either side of me to tether myself as anticipation tightens into a hot knot in my belly.

Planting one hand on the mattress next to me, he locks his gaze with mine and presses himself against my entrance.

Impatient and so needy, I wriggle, then rock up against him, forcing my body to part around him, wedging his thick, blunt head an inch inside me.

He grips my hip hard enough to leave a bruise, stopping me from doing it again. His features are drawn tight. “You’ll take every inch of me like a good fucking girl,” he growls. “But it’s going to happen my way.”

A shudder ripples through me at his words, and my body involuntarily tightens around his tip.

He growls out a curse, so I clench again, deliberately this time. “Please.”

The chuckle that escapes him is dark. “So ready to come again.”

“Yes,” I hiss, back arching.

Eyes glittering, he lowers his head a few inches. “Then hold still and I’ll give you what you need.”

I relent, letting my knees fall out to the sides to give him better access.

He licks his lips, the faintest brushstrokes of red on each cheekbone revealing the effort it’s taking him to go slow. “That’s it. Let me in, sweetheart. Let me fill this sweet little cunt for you.”

His gravelly, lust-filled voice causes my entire body to flush with heat.

With a low groan, he pushes into me. One thick inch at a time. Stretching me. Filling me. There’s a pinch of pain, but it’s drowned out by how good it feels as he slowly buries himself in me.

Clearly fighting for control, he grits his teeth. Beads of sweat form at his hairline, and every one of his muscles tightens. But I don’t want his control. Not now. Not tonight.

I clench again, and his eyes slam shut. When he opens them, there’s only a thin ring of silver surrounding the dark of his pupils.

I’ve gotten what I want.

He drives into me hard, forcing my body to give way around the last few inches of him. I cry out in pleasure as he fills me to the hilt, even as I struggle to adjust to his size. I’ve never been so full. Never known what it’s like to be so deeply joined with a man’s body.

Dropping down until his chest is pressed to mine, he cradles my head and kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth, stealing my breath. It’s dominating and intoxicating, sending sparks ricocheting out from my core.

But when he finally moves, withdrawing in a long, slow glide before surging back into me, electric heat blazes along my nerve endings. And when he finds a hard, consistent rhythm, I can only hold on and arch up into him.

Offering more.

Wanting more. Wanting everything.

Roman growls, eyes blazing as they fix on mine. “Just like that. You’re taking me so fucking well.”

With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, causing a hot, taut wire low in my belly to twist until the tightness is almost unbearable. I thrash beneath him, straining to get even closer.

As if he senses what I need, he hooks his arms under my thighs and drapes my legs over his shoulders. Then he grips my ass, angles my hips, and slides impossibly deep.

My inner walls clamp down and I’m lost to everything but him.

He fucks me like he’s been thinking of nothing else for months. He fucks me like he knows exactly what I want. I grasp his biceps, desperate to ground myself so I don’t fly apart. The ripple of his muscles under my hands anchors me; so does his stare. Hot and intense, it pins me in place.

“You feel so good. Like your perfect pussy was made to take my cock.”

He’s right, that’s exactly how it feels. But I try not to think about what it means. About how nothing else will ever compare to this.

His thrusts come harder, the friction against my inner walls building me up even higher, until pleasure and heat spiral deep inside me. Though I’m almost completely lost to the pleasure he’s wringing from me, I do my best to rock my hips to meet his, taking him. Taking it all.

“Oh god,” I gasp, desperate for relief.

“Work that pretty little clit for me. Make yourself come on my cock.”

I do as he says, so swollen and sensitized my entire body jolts as I make contact.

Roman straightens, letting out a feral groan as he watches my fingers move over my slippery flesh.

It’s all too much. The heat twisting like a live wire deep inside me is going to snap any second. “I’m close,” I pant. “I’m so close…”

His hot, hungry gaze sears into me. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look when you’re coming around me.”

His words send a lance of pleasure directly to my core. With a few more thrusts and a few more swipes of my fingers, the tension within me shatters. My muscles seize and my spine arches as pure ecstasy courses through my veins.

With a strangled curse, he rises to his knees and lifts my hips, driving into me with hard, deep strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over again.

Tears leaking from my eyes, I call out his name as a second, even more powerful orgasm crashes over me.

“Fuck, Chloe.” His movements are harsh and choppy. “You’re making me—” With a final thrust, he groans long and deep. I feel every hard throb of his cock as he empties himself into the condom.

God, if only he were emptying into me. Filling me completely. Leaving me with that memory after this night is over.

It’s never been something I’ve craved or even experienced before. And it’s a stupid thought. One I firmly push from my mind.

Because as he withdraws from me, leaving my body sated but achingly empty, I know this is the moment when our night together ends.