“You like that, knowing you please me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathlessly answers.
“You know what would please me most? If you came for me. I want to feel your pretty cunt gripping me as it takes what it needs.” I kiss her neck and bite into the place that drives her wild.
Her body clenches around me as her breathing speeds up. The purest sounds of ecstasy fall from her mouth, and I catch them all with mine. I swallow them down, storing each one inside of me as if it is precious. She rides me until her body goes slack, and her head falls to my shoulder.
Wrapping her in my arms, I stand and place her on the edge of my desk. Everything on top crashes to the floor with a single sweep of my arm. I guide Raelle back until her hair is a halo around her head, and her body is laid out before me. A thin sheen of sweat covers her curves, making them glitter as they catch the light of the fire. She is pure and ethereal like this. And I plan on corrupting her in the best way.
I hook her legs around my hips and hold her hands above her head. “It’s my turn to be selfish, and I won’t be gentle about taking what I want.”
The rise and fall of her chest quickens, and her legs squeeze around me. “I can handle it. Don’t hold back.”
“Good girl,” I say, just to see the flash of lust in her eyes again.
The thought of her aching in the morning and remembering what we did here drives me to fuck her hard and fast. I revel in the sound of skin meeting skin and the pleasure laced whimpers she makes. But the thing I love the most is how her body clings to me like I’m a vital piece of her that she doesn’t want to let go.
I drive my cock into her. The rage, fear, and loneliness that has consumed me for weeks fuels each hard stroke. I violently bury myself in my parah, and she digs her nails into my back. The pain morphs into pleasure, and I’m determined to take Raelle over the edge with me.
“Come on, princess. I need to feel you come one more time.” I say, lowering my mouth to her nipple.
Her back bows, and my name fills the room with a hoarse cry. She pulsates around me, and the tension in me bursts. It flows through me like hot liquid, rushing through every inch of my body. A continuous string of praise for Raelle spilling from my mouth. I shudder once... twice... three times, unable to control the pleasure rattling through me.
With my last ounce of energy, I place Raelle’s arms around my neck and rest my head on her chest. She sweeps her nails from the base of my neck to the top of my head, causing a deep hum to rumble through my chest. She chuckles and continues the calming motion.
“I’m sorry I didn’t bring my concerns to you first,” she says.
I lift my head, and she pushes my hair back from my face. “I forgive you. I forgave you as I was walking out of the sanctuary,” I say.
She cups my face and runs her thumb over my cheek. “I’m also sorry my actions hurt you.”
“You already apologized for that.”
“I know but let me do it again.”
“You’re forgiven,” I say, and she presses her lips to mine.
We take our time, pouring ourselves into the kiss. It speaks louder than anything we said tonight. This kiss is her apology and my forgiveness. It’s a promise to always keep the other at the forefront of our minds. It encompasses everyI love youwe’ve ever spoken to each other. I’ve never felt anything as powerful as this.
I press a final kiss between her breasts and stand. She holds on to my fingers until I’m out of her reach and pushes her bottom lip out in a pout. I laugh as I grab my tunic and her robe from the floor.
Using my shirt, I clean her before doing the same to myself. “The palace staff is used to finding me passed out with a bottle of whiskey. They would have quite the shock, seeing you spread out over my desk in the morning.”
“I know. They’re expecting me to be mopping the floors at dawn.”
I shoot her an unamused glare and hold her robe open.
She slides her arms in and glances at me over her shoulder as she ties the sash. “You’re not the only one who gets to make jokes in this relationship.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m king. I get to do whatever I want. And right now, I’m ready to take my parah to our bed.”
“Ourbed?”
“Anything that is mine is now ours, and I need you inourbed.”
“You can’t mean to... Not after what we just?—”
“That’s exactly what I intend.” I grab her by the waist and fling her over my shoulder. “I’ve been a deprived man for too long. I plan on making up for lost time.”
