Page 17 of Taken By the Zypherian King

One step at a time, he came closer.

When he was merely inches from me, I lifted my head for him to kiss me, but he gently pushed me back, so I sat down at the edge of the bed. He kept looking at me while he lowered himself to his knees, then his hands were on my thighs, caressing the oh-so-sensitive skin there. A moan escaped me from deep within at the contact. Applying pressure, he forced my legs apart, and shuddering, I obeyed, spreading them wide, opening for him, watching him lower his gaze toward my glistening pussy fully exposed to him.

Still I felt no shame or embarrassment, only desire.

I was leaning on my elbows, and now they began to shake, forcing me to give in and recline back. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers brushing over my labia, opening me to him, causing me to loudly take a deep inhale.

I felt his hot breath before his first lick made my entire body pulse and tremble. My hands buried into the blanket to have something to hold on to.

One of my ex-boyfriends had gone down on me before, but it had been more perfunctory than born from desire, and I could physically feel Zayden’s desire for me, even before he muttered, “The gods’ nectar is what you have between your thighs, female. You will make me drunk before I even mount you.”

Good God, his words, the sound of his voice, made me quiver, and I felt the first small wave of an orgasm roll through me.

That was before he found my clit. Once his lips closed around it, I was writhing on the bed, imprisoning his head between my legs while keening sounds escaped me that were alien to me. My breath came out panting, and my body stiffened as Zayden rose me to unknown heights, holding me there, before he inserted three fingers into my pussy, moving them in and out, and I was lost.

Lost in a world of heat and pleasure that crashed over me and went on for I don’t know how long. It ebbed and flowed as he mercilessly fingerfucked me while drinking from the juices now freely flowing out of me.

I was utterly boneless and caught in a world of bliss where my skin prickled with sensations when he scooped me up to bring me higher up on the bed.

One of his hands cupped one of my tits, kneading it. My eyes rolled back when he lightly pinched my oversensitive nipple, and another wave of bliss crashed through me. Then he latched on to the other and began to suck on it, toying with it with his tongue, while his hand continued to knead my tit, plucking at my nipple until I saw stars.

It took an effort, but my legs opened underneath him, where I felt his hard, pulsing cock. I moved my hips, tried to line my hole up with him, before he finally had mercy and let go of my breast to grab his shaft and guide it into me.

His hot head teased my entrance for a second or two. I felt my opening give, slowly, before it swallowed his head.

With a deep groan, his lips left my nipple. I tilted my hips up higher, and with another groan, he pushed into me. Inch by inch, my walls gave, barely. He spread them right to the edge of what they were willing to give, right on the cusp of pain, but the pleasure, oh, the pleasure as he inched into me.

“Alice,” he panted.

When he was all the way in, we both halted, relishing in the sensation of him filling me so utterly. Our eyes met, held.

His hips rolled as he withdrew before he thrust back in. Each thrust gaining in intensity until there was only our rhythm of slapping flesh, hard breathing, pounding hearts, and moans.

I met every thrust of his before my body exploded all around him. That’s when I tensed and just took his pounding into me while crying his name as wave after wave of hot bliss rushed through my body, lifting me to a place where I floated, free of thoughts, filled only with a sensation of utter ecstasy and happiness.

“MINE!” he howled out right before his hot seed poured into me.

“Yours,” I cried as I came again, shorter this time, but just as explosive.

ZAYDEN

She was everything I had hoped she would be and more. It had been worth the wait, but I didn’t think I could ever go without her again. She was a part of me now.

“Say you will stay with me, forever, as my queen,” I demanded.

“I’m yours,” she accepted in sweet surrender, swelling my chest wider with pride than I had felt after I won the last battle for my crown, wider than when I entered my palace as king for the first time.

“I will make you happy,” I promised.

“I already am,” she responded sweetly.

“Ah, where is my little hellcat now?” I teased. “I think I could get used to this sweet female who has taken her place.”

Gently, I brushed my finger over her lips, and she bit out, making me grin so hard my jaw ached.

“Never far,” she warned, sucking on the finger she still held hostage.

“I love you.” I leaned my forehead down to touch hers, and she relinquished my digit to rise up and kiss my lips.

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