Page 22 of Cruel King
“Why? If you liked me, why couldn’t you let me know?”
When he shrugs, I know I won’t get a straight answer about this. Maybe it shouldn’t matter. We’re snowbound here without another soul around, except for Eleanor and Jonesy. Neither of us have to deal with our families at this moment, so what does it matter what he felt and when?
All that matters is we feel it now.
I slide my hand down over his broad chest and chiseled abs that are hard to the touch until I reach that towel he still hasn’t removed. Smiling, I tug at the knot near his hip.
“This may not be clothes, but it’s in the way.”
He’s hard as a rock underneath it, so I can’t imagine he wants to keep it on any longer. Does he want me to take it off like he did with my robe?
With a wicked grin, he shifts his body, and it falls away from his hips. Pressing against me, he’s long and thick and far more than I expected. Then again, he is nearly a foot taller than me and twice my size. I should have anticipated he’d be hung like a horse.
I can’t stop myself from looking down between our bodies, and I feel my eyes grow wide at the sight of him. Oh. My. God. He’s even bigger than I thought a second ago.
Biting my lip, I look up at him and know he sees in my expression how much I want him. He smiles so devilishly, sending a jolt of desire through me.
A second later, his mouth is on mine in a kiss that makes me want him more than I thought I could ever want a man. My head swims with how good his kiss makes me feel, and then he gently climbs on top of me. I don’t know how he doesn’t crush me because he’s so much bigger than I am.
I open my eyes when he pulls his mouth from mine, and a second later, one slow thrust of his hips and he fills me so completely I’m practically breathless. He stills inside me as he smooths away the hair away from my face and looks down into my eyes like nothing else in the world matters more than being there with me and making love to me.
Slow and steady, he slides into my body, touching a spot I'd never known existed. Each time he fills me up, it feels like we’re made just for each other, pieces fitting together to create a perfect whole.
The sound of his breathing fills my ears, and its warmth heats the skin of my neck as he pumps into me. My fingers tug at his hair, and he makes a guttural noise so utterly sexy I pull harder just to hear him make it again.
I rake my fingernails down his back and sink them into his hips to urge him to go faster. For a moment, he hesitates, but I moan, “Don't stop. God, don't stop.”
He doesn’t, and with every thrust of his cock into my body, I feel myself inch closer to an orgasm. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I press my heels into his spine and arch my back, desperate to feel every inch of him against me.
“God, I'm so close. Right there…”
He lifts his upper body off me even higher and balances himself on his hands next to my head as he stares down into my face, the intensity in his dark eyes so sexy I can’t look away. I don’t want to, though. I want to drink in every beautiful expression as he fucks me. For one of the few times with Matthias, I know exactly what he’s feeling because of the look in his eyes.
Need. The need to have me completely for himself.
No one has ever looked at me like that. Friends have told me about having their boyfriends look at them like that and how incredible it made them feel, but I’ve never had it happen to me before.
Like he sees the entire world when he looks at me.
Dipping his head, he kisses me long and deep as his movements became more jagged, fucking me with shallow jabs instead of languorous strokes. I sense he’s close like I am and tilt my hips to help us topple over that delicious edge into ecstasy. Just a few more hard thrusts, and that’s all it takes for my release to rush through my entire body.
Matthias groans as my body tightens around him and then comes seconds later, his back arching as he fills me one final time. He looks like the very essence of maleness. Strong. Powerful. Imposing.
And in complete possession of me.
We lay in each other’s arms not saying a word as a feeling of utter satisfaction takes over me. He holds me to him like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
Like I’m his.
The aftershocks from my release shake my body when he eases out of me and rolls off to the other side of the bed. Flush with pleasure, I close my eyes and let out a deep breath, completely satisfied.
“Ava?” he whispers in a deep voice that hits me exactly on the spot he touched inside me with his cock.
I turn my head toward him and open my eyes. He looks so different now I can barely remember that person who I swore I would hate forever just a few hours ago.
“Uh-huh.”
I wish I could say something else, something sexy or romantic, but after what we just did together, I can barely think of any words to say.