Wanting more of her pussy before he released, Crown gently pulled her mouth off him and turned her back around. As Nivéa gripped the headboard, he positioned himself over her again, sliding into her warmth. Her walls felt so good snugged around him that his body began to tremble along with hers.
Nivéa felt it as she looked back at him. “I feel good to you, baby?” She asked softly.
“Hell yeah,” Crown grunted, his stomach tightening. “Too fuckin’ good. Love the shit outta yo’ pussy.”
As his nut approached, he quickly pulled out, cummin’ all over her backside. He hadn’t been inside her in weeks, and the buildup was insanely intense.
Minutes later, Crown lay back against the pillow, his fingers moving slowly through Nivéa’s hair as her head rested on his chest. Their bodies were still warm from the kind of lovemakingthat made sleep feel inevitable. But Crown could feel her thoughts shifting by the way her nails traced the tattoos on his chest.
It was time for that talk.
“What am I really getting myself into with you, Ahmad? How bad is it, baby?” She asked.
Crown licked his lips; his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling for a long moment before answering. “Bad, ma. Every day it’s some new shit.”
She nodded against him, absorbing his words. “Is it just the violence, or is it deeper than that?”
“Deeper.”
“Deep like what? Like… you sell drugs or something?”
That question shifted something within him. Trust issues flared, and Crown went still. Nivéa felt it immediately; she sensed the tightening of his chest beneath her cheek and how his hand stilled in her hair. He pushed the covers off her body, not roughly, but with a heightened sense of alertness. His eyes scanned her naked frame and then the room, instinct kicking in before he could stop it. Even after finding nothing amiss, his gaze remained sharp and guarded.
“I would never,” she sat up and looked him in the eyes, catching on. “I could never do that to you. You’ve been nothing but good to me since I met you, baby.”
Crown held her gaze, seeing straight through her. Everything about her screamed real and loyal, and he believed her. If the Feds had sent a woman like Nivéa after him, they would’ve done their damn jobs. But that thought faded as quickly as it came. He was trippin’. Paranoid. After all, he had been the one pursuing her, inviting her to the giveaway, breaking into her home just to see her again, and showing up at her shop even after she had put him on the blocklist.
“We got our hands in just about everything.” He answered truthfully.
“I want you so bad, but I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll get locked up.” Nivéa’s voice cracked slightly. “I’m scared you’ll die, breakin’ my heart.”
Crown shifted, rolling over her and pulling her close, grounding her while she lay beneath him. He was so good at that, too.
“We all gotta go one day.” He said gently.
“That doesn’t change whether I’m in this life or not. I can’t promise I’ll make it home every night. I can’t promise we gon’ be perfect. Life isn’t perfect, and we both know I ain’t perfect.” His thumb brushed along her jaw, offering a moment of comfort amidst the uncertainty.
“But what I can promise is I’ll treat you right. I’ll give you and baby girl everything I’ve got. I’ll build you up so strong that if, God forbid, something ever does happen to me, you won’t be out here lost. You might hurt, but you won’t be broken.
That’s the difference between me and your last nigga. Or any other nigga. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. To ensure you satisfied with this life of ours. To make sure that even in my absence,you feel my love.”
Nivéa swallowed as her arms tightened around him, her heart full and terrified all at once. “I hear you, handsome.”
“Ain’t nobody perfect. Love comes down to who’s worth the flaws. My parents taught me that, ma.” Crown added.
“I agree.”
“So, wassup? You ridin’ wit’ me?”
She batted her lashes, then blushed, and batted her lashes again. He had that effect on her since the first day she looked him in the eyes. She looked into his eyes and felt like she was drowning. The connection was so powerful that it was almost suffocating. She felt exposed and vulnerable.
“I am,” she answered.
“You sho?”
“I’m positive. Just have a plan, okay? That lifestyle cannot be your endgame if you wanna build a life with me. And don’t break my heart. That love-bombing shit is real, and I don’t want that. I want you to always be like this with me. To put me first and keep me close. That’s what keeps me peaceful enough to handle all the chaos that comes with you.”
“I’d never break your heart. I’mma do you right forever.”
