Page 50 of King of Pride

“Hah… ahmmmm…” Her breath turned harsh and ragged as she fought to regain control, but he drove into her again and again, making it impossible for her to catch her breath.

His body pressed against hers, holding her tightly as he moved with a rough urgency. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she shivered uncontrollably, reaching another peak as she tightened around him, losing herself completely in the ecstasy he unleashed within her. She tried to stifle the cries threatening to escape her lips, but his impatience only fueled the fire within them both. Finally, she gasped for breath, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest, each beat further igniting her desire.

For a brief moment, he paused, his face buried in her neck, taking a second to savor the connection. His tongue traced a path along her throat, teasingly moving up to her ear before sliding back down, licking her skin with fervor. She felt breathless, her impatience mounting as he continued his exploration.

His mouth traveled from one side of her collarbone to the other, biting and kissing without relent. As he descended further, his shaft slipped out of her momentarily, just long enough for him to sink his teeth into her breast, igniting another wave of sensation that left her craving more.

Once again, she gasped sharply as her chest arched upward, her nipple sinking deeper into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak, teasing and tantalizing before he released it, moving to the other one. He continued to lick and suck, his mouth exploring every inch of her breast.

Waves of pleasure filled her entire body, sending tingles shooting down her spine, leaving her breathless. That sensation was enough to elicit a growl from her throat as he slid inside her again.

He grunted, “Just once more.”

He thrust into her again, the intensity overwhelming her senses.

“Mmhhhhh….” Each thrust made her tremble, and the harder she tried to hold on, the more the pleasure intensified, causing her to quiver uncontrollably. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak.

As he slid inside her, his mouth clamped onto her nipple, simultaneously thrusting deeply and quickly. The rhythm was maddening, his hard shaft driving in and out of her with relentless speed. He was pushing her to the brink, but that wasn’t enough for him. It was as if he had lost control over both his mind and body, completely consumed by the need to bring her to ecstasy.

Pleasure surged within Rose, overwhelming her completely.

Maverick shifted, getting onto his knees, then pulled her up into his arms. He carried her around the couch, placing her gently on the ground with her feet planted firmly while her hands gripped the back of the couch. Her hips arched as his hand found her stomach from behind, and then he entered her slowly.

“Hah…!” A breath escaped her lips as she fought to maintain her voice, but this time it shattered into a loud cry that echoed in the room. “Oh God!”

Her head fell back against the couch as he thrust deeply inside her, sending tremors through her body. His movements became rough and impatient, as though he had lost all control. He thrust in and out of her at a maddening speed, the tip of him hitting the deepest parts of her before pulling out again, only to plunge back inside.

Rose felt herself becoming unsteady, her body quaking and surrendering to him as she gasped for breath.

He wasn’t letting her go; his hands roamed from her stomach down to between her legs, brushing aside the petals that concealed her most sensitive spot.

He began teasing her with his fingers while continuing to thrust, and Rose whimpered, her knees buckling as she nearly fell.

But Maverick held her steady, his other hand gripping her waist to keep her upright. He continued to take her with fervor, each powerful thrust sending her closer to the edge. She could feel her release building within her, but he didn’t relent, increasing his pace until she was on the verge of passing out. Only then did he finally ease his grip, cradling her against his chest.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and he held her tightly, one hand around her stomach and the other around her throat, pressing her to him as he continued his rough, continuous strokes.

She struggled to hold her breath, her chest aching as she teetered on the brink of losing herself completely. He was in complete control, and she was utterly at his mercy. With every thrust, he drove deeper, pushing her body to its limits. She no longer tried to stand; he held her up, and all she felt was pleasure coursing through her veins, so intense that it stole her breath away.

Just as she reached another peak, she sensed his body tense, his thrusts becoming rougher and more urgent. Finally, they both came together, and she fell against him, drifting toward unconsciousness. He lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

She heard him whisper, “We need to increase your stamina. How can you pass out in such a short time?”

Even in her dazed state, she found his amusement irritating. He chuckled softly, the sound sending another wave of sensation through her, before pulling the blanket from the bed and draping it over her.

***

Rose had just finished the food on her plate when the doorbell rang.

She was still wearing the shirt Maverick had given her, although she had already taken a bath. She had asked him about her clothes earlier, but he had told her they would arrive later, leaving her with no choice but to continue wearing his shirts until then.

The sudden sound of the doorbell made her look toward the entrance in surprise, and she started to rise from her chair.

Maverick immediately stood as well. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently but firmly pressed her back into the chair.

“Are you going to open the door looking like this?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Rose glanced down at herself and then back at him. She opened her mouth to argue, but one look at his expression made her reconsider. With a quiet huff, she settled back into her chair.