Page 105 of The Heir

I futilely yank at the leather binding my hands, wishing to touch him, to feel his muscles moving under my fingertips. My body mists with a fresh coat of sweat and for a tense moment we're just staring into each others eyes as my breasts heave into his calm chest. I'm under a spell, lost in the depths of his gaze when it happens.

"I love you," I say. His eyes stay steady on mine, his fingers even steadier. But what's not steady is his chest.

Which hardens against mine.

King's breath hitches before washing over my face in a rush, almost as if he was holding a deep breath. His eyes crinkle at the edges, the abandon I see in them is what want for myself. My neck arches as he suddenly sinks his finger deep inside me, and the harsh rumble that leaves his throat steals my breath and makes me weak.

He lowers his head to my neck and laps a hot lick up my throat before bending to my ear. "Are you only telling me this because I've got my finger in your ass, love?"

My throat tightens as he begins to thrust in and out slowly, causing me to lock my ankles against his backside but it's no use. His hips prod against mine and he presses even deeper into me, stuffing me so full that I'm not sure how I'm even able to get all of him inside me.

"No, I'm not."

"You want to know what I think?" King breathes into my ear before moving lower and capturing my aching nipple into his mouth, causing me to cry out as he simultaneously sinks both his finger and his dick as deep as he can. He raises his head, his lips tugging hard on my nipple before releasing it and then pins me with a stare. "I think you've loved me for as long as I've loved you. It was all in your body language, beautiful."

He drags his dick through my swollen, abused tissues before thrusting steadily, the smacking sounds of our flesh making me blush somehow even more fiercely than before. Shaking, I exhale raggedly as I feel his skin begin to heat against mine, and my legs tremble at the onslaught of my orgasm, coming hard.

My vision goes hazy. "King, I really think- I think I'm going to pass out…" I whimper.

King's lips graze down to my jaw and then lower, until he brushes against the sensitive skin of my neck. "You know what to do, let it go." He latches onto my neck, right over my pulse and sucks hard. My entire body jerks as if electrocuted and that does it for me; I suck in a deep breath, his finger and his dick moving inside of me unrelentingly.

The overstimulated muscles of my vagina ripple around him, and I whimper, once, twice, my muscles tightening before loosening into nothing. The last thing I see before darkness is the hard muscles of King's shoulders bunching and flexing as he works himself inside of me.

I'm gone.

When I wake up a few hours later it's quiet in the little blue bedroom, aside from the gentle roar of the fireplace. I look over, seeing King sleeping peacefully next to me. He's on his back, an arm tucked behind his head, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically. Sweetie is perched on his chest as usual with her head tucked under her arm.

Every sensation hits all at once and I tense, pulling my knees up to my chest and rocking for a second. My body hurts. Sore, from the hours of physical strain he'd put me through. Relaxing my legs, I lay there for a second wondering if he continued to fuck me after I passed out.

I hope he did.

The thought thrills me, as does other thoughts.

The fact that King used my body, continuing to pleasure us both even after I was unconscious, and how safe I feel with him telling him I love him. Ironically, despite my unique situation, it makes me feel a renewed sense of freedom I can't say I've felt….ever.

Another sensation that hits me is that I'm clean. My skin is also moisturized as well.

Rolling over to my back I stretch and then get out of bed, padding my way through the door and into King's room, briefly wondering why he hasn't insisted on me joining him in his bedroom. I head to the restroom to relieve myself, and it's then, while I'm scrunching my curls with my hands in the mirror, idly admiring my wedding ring, that it hits me like a ton of bricks.

I haven't started my period.

I freeze, catching my eyes in the reflection of the mirror as my heart literally free-falls into my stomach so hard I'm dizzy. Slapping my hand against my mouth I stumble to the toilet, falling to my knees andbarelymake it before I'm expelling the contents of our dinner from the night before.

I shiver, grasping the toilet seat hard with thoughts racing through my brain at the insane possibility that I could be pregnant.

How could I be so stupid to have overlooked the fact my period hasn't come when it should have came onat leasttwo weeks ago?

Dry heaving, I whimper into the toilet bowl, feeling like I'm fighting for my life as my body strains despite the fact there's nothing left to upchuck. I flinch hearing King come into the room, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

"Isobel?" King says softly as he kneels next to me and helps to pull my hair back. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Cracking my eyes back open I heave a deep breath, unable to talk. His eyes are filled with nothing but concern as his hand roams over me, stroking my hair and down my back in long, soothing motions.

I lay my head rather weakly on the rim of the toilet and try not to let myself feel embarrassed. We're married after all; he might be seeing a lot worst. At the thought, I moan weakly, seeing his arm reach past my head. He peels my cheek off the seat and gently cradles me to his chest, before he closes the lid and flushes the toilet.

"I dunno….might be food poisoning or something." It's a bold face lie and I know it. He strokes my cheek before picking me up bridal style, carrying me out the little toilet closet and into the main restroom. "Teeth." I implore.

He sits me on the vanity and watches patiently with a hand on my knee as I violently scrub my teeth. His fretful behavior is endearing, and I wonder at how natural this feels to him, or if he struggles with being attentive? I don't think so. I spit, rinse my mouth and then turn to the mirror where I balk and cover my face with my hands.

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