I fall apart and back together all in the same moment. My whole body goes rigid from the intensity of my orgasm, mywaist lifting off the bed, pressing into his hand.
I don’t know how long it takes to come down from this high, but when I open my eyes, Charles is beside me on the bed, watching intently.
I try to pull the covers over my face. I can’t stand his intense gaze, knowing he just watched me forget myself in a moment of all-consuming pleasure. I have never shared this with anybody, and it’s terrifying to know he bore witness to my shameless lust.
But he does not look disgusted or reproachful; his gray eyes are blazing with lust and awe.
“Eyes on me, Fastrada. No looking away,” he murmurs and lowers his mouth to my breasts. He licks my nipples with a reverence I did not expect, sucking and nibbling in a steady rhythm that makes my center ache. My hand finds his cock, and he hisses as I touch it and wrap my fingers around it.
The instructions in the books weren’t quite clear on what to do, but seeing him stroke his own length gave me a good idea of it. I start moving my hand up and down as he keeps worshiping my breasts, alternating between the two.
“I need to be inside you, my Queen. Make you mine in every way,” he groans and pulls away slightly to prop himself up on his arms.
Without warning, his cock presses against my center, and in one swift motion, he enters me.
A sharp pain explodes in my lower stomach, making me shriek.
Charles stills for a second and presses his lips to mine.
“Kiss me, love. I’ll make you feel good.”
He starts moving, and the stinging sensation subsides, giving way to pleasure again as he rocks his hips back andforth in an urgent rhythm, his breathing coming fast now.
“Is that what you want, Fastrada? To be fucked by the King?” he groans into my mouth, his words bringing me closer to that edge again.
“Yes, oh yes, please…more,” I mumble, incapable of naming exactly what it is that I want from him.
“Hm, I like hearing you beg for it. You do it so well…” Charles reaches around me and places his hands on my ass, pulling me closer to him still. He is so close now, his body rubbing deliciously against my center, while his cock is buried deep inside me. Another orgasm is building fast.
“Oh devil’s mercy, Charles, I’m feeling so…so…” Before I can finish my sentence, I shatter again, this time my climax is almost painful in its intensity.
Charles increases the pace, his frantic movements prolonging my orgasm even further, until with a loud groan, he comes inside me.
We are a heap of sweaty arms and legs, my hair clinging to my face, his forehead resting on mine. He opens his eyes, breath still ragged, and a slow smile spreads over his handsome face.
“Now you’re truly mine,” he whispers.
Click.
Chapter 6
My eyes shoot open. Every part of my body is stiff, and my heart is pounding loudly in my ears. Waking up with panic never gets easier, but I got used to it. I try to breathe calmly.
Inhale…hold…exhale.
Inhale…hold…exhale.
My heart rate slowly calms down and I release the hand I have been pressing to my chest.
“Another terror, my Queen?” Charles asks sleepily.
“Yes, don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep,” I murmur and drop a soft kiss on his shoulder.
Getting out from under the covers when we are making camp in a tent is the worst part of traveling. The servants are trying to ensure we are as comfortable as possible, but there is nothing they can do about the freezing cold temperatures that have been persisting for the past couple of weeks.
I quickly get dressed in three pairs of stockings and a thick woolen skirt, a blouse and a warm shawl.
Charles said it was important for me to get to know the kingdom and for our people to see us together. We have been traveling for the better part of six months now.
