Page 14 of King of Pride and Talons

He felt the rush of ecstasy building as well, an inevitable tide threatening to crash and sweep them both away. But he held on just a moment longer, focused solely on Breya's pleasure. He angled himself deeper within her, hitting a spot that made a keening sound tumble from her lips.

"Thorne… I'm…" Breya whimpered, her body writhing in time with his thrusts.

"I know," the king growled, the words nearly swallowed by the tension coursing through him. "Go on… let go."

And she did. With a wordless cry, Breya abandoned herself to pleasure's grip. Her body tensed around Thorne’s, convulsing wildly as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. As he watched her unravel above him, beautiful and vulnerable, the dam holding back his own climax broke.

With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, releasing a primal roar that echoed across the vast space. Waves of pleasure washed over him, each one stronger than the last as he reached his climax alongside hers.

The king wasn’t finished with her, though. As she panted against him, breath mingling and hearts beating wildly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his quarters in the castle.

SEVEN

BREYA

When Breya woke, the early morning sunlight was casting a glow upon the room, but it wasn’t her bed she was in. It took a second for the memories of last night to come flooding in. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in the king’s bedroom, in his bed, and last night wasn’t a dream.

Her eyes went wide, heart pounding quickly in her chest, becoming aware of the shifter whose arms were wrapped around her naked body. He stirred in his sleep, his erection pressing firm against Breya’s bare ass. As she rolled toward him, she took in the lines of his face and his hardened jaw.

He really was the most handsome man she had ever seen. As she studied his face, he opened his eyes. She was jolted, startled by the intensity. A smile curved across his lips, and he leaned forward, kissing her and stirring the feelings last night had initiated.

She kissed him back, parting her mouth, inviting him in. His tongue swept expertly across hers. His hand slid down to her back, pressing Breya against his somehow harder shaft.

The sensation of his blatant arousal against her skin kindled a renewed fire within her. His lips consumed Breya, the heat of his hand on her back nearly scorching. She kissed him deeply, lost in the sea of his passion as his fingers traced down the curve of her spine.

His touch was electrifying, whispering against her naked skin. Breya could feel his heartbeat, strong and unhurried against her chest, a rhythm that matched her own. He moved his arm from around her and onto the bare expanse of skin below her breasts.

Her breath hitched as he stroked the flesh. Goose bumps prickled across her skin at the contact. It was not the first time he had touched her there, but something about the morning sunlight filtering through the window and painting them in soft hues made it feel more intimate.

Breya’s eyes fluttered closed as he trailed kisses down her neck, each press of his lips rekindling the memories from last night. His hands journeyed lower, tracing along her hips before settling between her thighs. A bolt of anticipation jolted through her as she felt him circle her clit with a featherlight touch.

Involuntarily, she arched into him, inviting him to delve deeper into this shared intimacy. Two of his fingers slid inside her, wet and ready. The gentle intrusion coaxed a sigh from deep within her.

Her breath hitched as he pulled her closer, his strong arms pulling her in a tight embrace, her hands tracing the muscles of his back. His fingers traced the contours of her body, down the small of her back, curving over the swell of her hips, and resting on the soft mound between her thighs. His touch was electrifying, and Breya’s body trembled with need.

His fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, drawing circles around and around, teasing her to the brink of madness. Breya’s hips moved against his hand in rhythm with his movements. The king's practiced hand brought on waves upon waves of pleasure that were escalating quickly into something much more intense. It was ecstasy beyond anything she had experienced.

He kissed her harder, deeper. His hand continued its maddening dance while his other slid up to cup her breast. He squeezed it gently, causing a low moan to escape from deep within her. She could feel the heat rolling off his body as he pressed himself against her.

His fingers continued their dance on her clit, their movements bringing her closer to the edge. Pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being as he kissed down her neck to her chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and giving it a soft suck.

Breya’s head swam in the sensation. Every touch seemed to intensify the sensations in a way that left her yearning for more.

And then he entered her slowly and gently, filling her with every hard inch of him. Each slow thrust took her higher and higher into realms of pleasure.

His sheer size stretched her deliciously as he moved within her in a dance of ecstasy and desire. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers digging into his back as she arched against him. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, each thrust seeming to go deeper.

Every movement of his hips sent sparks flying inside her, her body riding on the tide of satisfaction that was building rapidly. The friction between them caused a sweet ache within her that begged for release. Each breathy sigh from him stoked the fire within her, each word he whispered fanning the flames.

His lips found hers again in a desperate kiss as he continued his slow pace. His thumb found her clit once again as he moved inside her, bringing an avalanche of pleasure so intense it stole her breath away.

Her hands roamed over his strong back, tracing the lines of powerful muscles contracted with every thrust he made. His was intoxicating, filling her senses as his body moved against hers. He was a fine specimen of manhood, and she reveled in the knowledge that he was hers.

His size, so large and dominant inside her, triggered sensations that threatened to consume her whole. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust he gave.

He angled his hips so each entry hit that spot inside of her that sent scores of pleasure coursing through her body. She clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a low groan from him as her inner walls constricted around his hardness.

He kissed her hard as he picked up his pace, cupping her face in his hands to hold her still. Breya moaned into his mouth, feeling another orgasm building within her like a rolling wave ready to crash.

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