A GOLDEN EMPIRE

CHAPTER TWENTY- FIVE

SOMETHING WILD HAPPENED BETWEEN Avalon and Kingsley last night. Around three in the morning, she found herself wandering down the hallway to his hotel room. You know what, just read the flashback.

Avalon wasn't sure how it happened. All she did was tell him to that she was coming to his suite so they could talk, but the one thing she did know was that it would be something she'd always remember—his hands were quick and nimble, roving down every square inch of her body: memorizing the dips, the curves, the planes.

Her underwear had been discarded somewhere between closing the bedroom door and being thrown down on the luxury mattress, his boxers still intact, though for not much longer. She stroked him through the silky fabric, his breath hitching at the contact—the lust, the hunger, filled his eyes in such a way that she almost forgets to breathe. It had been so long since somebody had looked at her with that ferocity, the desire.

Her fingers yanked the undergarments down, peeling them over his muscular legs, and flinging them across the room. He propped her up, one hand lifting her ass off the mattress while the other guided her leg left to dangling over his shoulder.

Without any assistance, he successfully eased his way inside of the woman—she gasped at first, and then, a light moan escaped her. Slowly he was pushing, pushing until his entire length filled her to the hilt.

The tedious gesture already had her wanting more—her hands gripped at the middle of his back, her eyes locked on his as he towered above her, and clawed her manicured nails down to cupping at his firm, bare ass.

Gentle was thrown at the window, she was no flower, and he wanted to show her just exactly what she deserved.

His thrusts became lengthy, hard, and furious. Their bodies bounced together, she rocked against him with all her might and ground her hips into his. He positioned his hips at various angles, determined to penetrate to her liking—her moans were growing louder, but the music downstairs drowned them out. She tingles from head to toe, hitching her leg higher and throwing the other one over his shoulder, wanting it as deep as possible.

"Harder," she whined.

"As you wish,"

And comply he did—their festivities went on for hours, well into the night, both of them fighting for dominance as they rolled around the queen-size bed, and allowing their stark bodies to bask in the glow of the rising sun streaming in from the upstairs windows. Neither of them are growing tired. Neither of them seem to be able to get enough of each other. It was hard to tell where one person began, and the other ended.

Okay, flashback over. But yeah. That happened. Wonder how they feel about it.

We have now arrived at the point where she wakes Kingsley up with a hard slap on the shoulder. It appears she has forgotten what happened the last time she did that. Let's that say he tickled the fuck out of her until she couldn't breathe.

Kingsley opens his eyes and glares at her. If there's anything he hates more in this world, it's being woken up out of his sleep. "Av, why are you waking me up at the ass crack of dawn?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? It's 12:45." She's out of bed going to the bathroom.

He scoffs loudly and sits up. "I don't give one shit. That's early for me. You know I'm not a morning person..... especially now not after fucking you multiple times last night."

She smirks. "Last night was fun. Well, the parts that I remember. Anyway, get that ass up. It's time for us to go. You're my ride home in case you forgot. I'm sleeping off my hangover for the rest of the day." She picks up his clothes and hauls them his way. Literally, she threw the clothes at him- he received a face full of underwear- and walked into the bathroom.