Page 81 of Serpent King's Prisoner

I pushed myself up slightly and hooked my leg over his to straddle him, watching as his eyes darkened, surprise evident in his gaze. But he didn’t stop me. He didn’t try to take control. He let me guide his hand between my legs, let me rock against his fingers, his palm pressing just right against that sweet spot.

“Abby...God...” his groan vibrated against my skin. “Naughty girl.”

I bit my lip, hiding a satisfied smirk as I leaned down to press my lips against his. He returned the kiss fiercely, snaking an arm around me to pull me closer until there was no space left between us.

“Good morning to you too,” he finally muttered against my neck, sending shivers coursing through my body. His fingers delved deeper, teasing me, making me writhe atop him. God, this man was driving me insane, and I was loving every second of it.

As his other hand found its way to the small of my back, anchoring me to him, I let out a gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, his presence intoxicating. The tension between us mounted until it was all I could focus on–the heat radiating off him, the feeling of his fingers against me, the arousal in his gaze. “Are you going to get off humping me?” Nathan asked softly.

“Maybe,” I breathed back, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. My hips continued to rock against him, a rhythm that had become instinctual. The growing bulge beneath my thighs only fueled my desire, making my body buzz with anticipation.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear before trailing hot kisses down my neck. His hands roamed southward, grazing the curve of my ass before pulling me flush against him, and then I was humping him through his sweats, grinding against his hard cock. It was enough to get me off, I didn’t even need more…

…I just wanted it.

I gasped at the sudden contact, feeling him hard and ready beneath me. I reveled in the primal pleasure of watching this dangerous man unravel beneath me. It was an intoxicating combination–the familiar scent of him mixed with our shared need.

“Say it again,” I whispered desperately, needing to hear those words once more.

His eyes softened slightly as he met my gaze. “My girl,” he repeated in a low growl. “Do you want me inside you?”

It was the first time he had actually asked–other than that first, hurried time at the club, which felt like another life entirely. The answer was obviously yes, obviously, definitely, entirely yes.

But he was asking me.

I didn’t respond at first, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I was caught between a rock and a hard place—literally.

“Yes,” I finally admitted, my lips brushing his earlobe as I spoke. The admission sent a rush of heat flooding through me, a mix of anticipation and anxiousness. Because this man…he was the enemy, a killer. He had kidnapped me, brutalized me.

And I wanted him inside me more than anything else in the world.

Nathan’s eyes flashed with something akin to triumph, and he pulled me down, his lips clashing with mine in a fiery kiss that left me breathless. He flipped us effortlessly, his body caging mine beneath him as he slid his sweats down his body in what felt like one swift movement, moved my panties to the side and pressed into me.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. With a low growl, he buried himself even deeper, and I cried out in sheer ecstasy. His fingers dug into my hips like they were anchoring him to reality. The sound of our ragged breaths and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the room.

But it wasn’t…frenzied. It wasn’t like before. My pleasure wasn’t something to punish me with, something for him to play with. He was careful, almost reverent; after first rutting into me, he let me get used to how big he was.

“You must be sore,” he said softly into my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His thrusts slowed then, but were no less intense. His fingers dug into my hips more, his eyes boring into mine with such intensity that it felt like he was looking right through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him deeper. My hands roamed over his hard body, tracing the dragon tattoo that snaked its way down his side as he continued to move inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I dug my nails in, and I let out a soft moan of satisfaction. He was losing control, giving into the moment, just like me. And as he moved harder and faster within me, I could feel my climax building like a wellspring about to explode.

“Nathan...” I whimpered, my voice a quiet pleading.

“Hold on,” he urged, his voice husky as his hand reached between us, his fingers finding my swollen clit.

I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me. His strokes were measured, deliberate, matching the steady rhythm of his thrusts.

“Good girl,” he purred approvingly when I managed to hold back a moan. The endearment sent a fresh wave of desire rushing through me. It was wrong and degrading but the way he said it made me feel...wanted.

“Nathan,” I stuttered out, feeling the knot in my lower belly tightening.

“That’s it...come for me,” he whispered, his lips pressing against my throat, teeth grazing softly as if marking me as his own.

“Good girl,” he growled in my ear again, his voice an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire. His fingers moved faster over me, his expert touch bringing me right to the brink. “Come for me, Abby.”

The world blurred as an intense wave of pleasure washed over me. I clung to him, my nails digging into his sculpted back as I cried out his name. Nathan stilled for a moment, his body tensing before he gave one final thrust and found his own release.

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