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This time she did as she was told without hesitation.And King had to clench his jaw tight to keep from spilling his seed at the perfect sight before him.
She’d never been lovelier than right then, naked and eager, her body bare and her lips swollen.Her eyes had that dazed look about them, but there was warmth too…
The sweet expression he’d seen just before she’d thrown herself into his arms.
His chest felt too tight, and his bollocks…
Well his bollocks were so tight they were ready to explode.But he still paused for another second to take in the heaven that awaited.Her knees fell apart, leaving her thatch of curls unhidden.Her glistening pink sex waited for him to sink into it.To claim her once and for all.
Need and emotions he didn’t want to name had him moving too quickly, too aggressive, but she only held her arms out to him as he settled over her and sucked on first one nipple and then another.
“King,” she moaned, her hips arching up as she tangled her fingers in his hair and held him to her breast.“My master.”
My master.He shuddered at the name.It had been a whim.An odd request, even for him.He’d never asked a mistress to call him by that name, but with Kitty, he’d wanted to hear it, to be reminded that for this one night she was all his.No one else’s.
He needed her to know it too.
And so as she chanted the name, he let her sweet, hard nipple slip out from his mouth so he could bury his face in her neck.“That’s it.Tell the world who you belong to.”
He positioned the tip of his shaft at her entrance.
Jesus, she truly was so tight.But not a virgin so she’d be all right.He slid in an inch and she went still.
He kissed her shoulder and her neck, his palm cupping her tits and teasing her nipple as he waited for her to loosen for him.“That’s it, love.Take me inside you.Take all of me.”
He pulled his hips back, need for release making his muscles tense and his insides clench.“You’re mine now.”
He drove into her with one hard stroke—
And froze.At the same time she screamed.
His mind went blank, and ice filled his blood.
Virgin.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her face white with pain.
He pulled back to look at her, her eyes scrunched together tight.
She was a bloody fucking virgin.
His body was rigid as a rock as he held himself still, his mind skewing in a million different directions at once as his body raged at being kept still when he was so close to release.
Her whimper brought his attention to Kitty and she was all that mattered.Questions battered at him, along with a swift kick of betrayal.But the sight of her tight, strained features, the tears at the rim of her eyes.
Bloody hell.She’d been a virgin and he’s slammed into her like a brute.
He stroked the hair back from her forehead.“Easy, love,” He murmured as he shifted to slide out of her.
“No, wait,” she said through clenched teeth.
He held still, his gaze fixed on her brow which was furrowed, but not with pain.She looked…determined.
“I want this,” she whispered.
His chest grew tight and he swallowed hard.Dropping a kiss at her temple, he rested his weight on his elbows.When she sighed, relaxing a bit, he continued the steady stream of kisses, over her cheeks, her delicate nose, her pointed chin.