Page 93 of Paper Thin Love

I don’t tell her. It’s not out of embarrassment.

I don’t want her to have more power over me.

I nod. She tugs me; I roll back in bed until I’m on top of her. She reaches down and takes a hold of me. My lips part. She’s so stunning when she thinks she’s in control. She arches up and claims my lips as she brings my thick cock to her sex. She moans when she glides my tip over her wet folds.

The definition of temptation.

She’s trying to drive me insane. Who knew a fox could kill a king?

“Enough games.” I bristle. I grab her wrists, locking them over her head.

I hesitate.

She nods.

My willpower is completely gone as I slowly sink inside of her. It’s a feeling I can never describe. The first time you thrust your hard cock inside of a woman who wants you so badly. It’s so tight it hurts, so erotic I almost come from the first thrust.

It’s all a giant mistake I know I can never rectify.

If it were any other woman, I could just fuck her and move on.

It’s Mila; the woman who wants to run away from my world.

How can I let her go?

I push deeper, hitting her thin barrier. It’s going to hurt.

I don’t want it to hurt her. She will have to endure enough pain in the future.

I’ve watched enough porn to know how to help ease her suffering. Reaching down, I begin to rub her; her legs squeeze my hips. I keep circling her clit until I can see her on the edge of another orgasm. Then, when she screams my name, I sink all the way in.

There. It’s done.

She’s mine.

Poor little fox. I can never let you go now.

Mila doesn’t realize it, but I’ve just fulfilled the favor I promised her. I am no longer indebted to her.

I specifically asked her if this was what she wanted from me. She said yes. My favor has been paid.

I hope she realizes that. I hope my little fox knows there is no ticket to escape now. She sacrificed her freedom in exchange for sleeping with me.

A tear rolls down her cheek; I lick it away. I’ll own every part of her. Her moans of pleasure, her cries and tears, her regrets and joys.

Every. Single. Part.

Is this what all King men have felt when they claim another?

Obsession.

I see the slope and slide down it.

Milaismy obsession.

It was never about The Cleansing. That’s not what Mila feared or was after. She wanted to claim the title of killing me herself.

She did.

---