Page 111 of The King has Fallen

I nodded quickly. “I am. I am. I… I want you, Melek.”

He huffed. “You have me, beautiful. Trust me.”

A splutter of a laugh broke from me and my body tightened around him and he tensed, and it was thestrangest sensationto feel him within me—to feel him react to my body. To be… consumed.

Melek’s fingers tightened in my hair. Then he muttered a curse and pushed up on his elbows again to meet my eyes and I almost wept at the creases beside his eyes, the empathy and concern shadowing his beautiful, bright gaze.

“Catch your breath,” he whispered, stroking my hair with his thumb. “Just breathe.”

I couldn’t look away from those eyes, and I lifted my hand from his back to hold his face, stunned by the incredible intimacy of feelingjoinedwith him. How even that small movement let me feel the way my flesh gripped him, and yet moved with him.

My heart pounded, my blood was alight. And my body… my bodywanted more.

We stared at each other and I wondered if he looked into the depths of my eyes and saw the future stretching out before us as I did.

And then, I smiled. “I want more, Melek,” I whispered.

The corners of his eyes crinkled and his eyes lit with joy. “More of what?”

“More of you,” I admitted, embarrassed and overjoyed in the same breath.“Allof you.”

He blew out a breath. “Are you certain? It is your first time and—”

“You’re my mate,” I said, suddenly shy at the admission, and yet unable to look away, and so I was blessed to see his eyes dance. “I want everything.”

A deep, satisfied rumble began in his chest, vibrating against my sensitive nipples and I bit my lip, my breath picking up again.

“I don’t know why God made you for me,” he graveled, still stroking my hair with his thumb. “But I am very grateful that he did.”

He leaned in and kissed me again, trembling under my hands, then whispered in my ear. “Hold onto me, Love.”

With a little sob of joy, I gripped the back of his neck as he began to draw out of me, but instead of leaving me entirely, he only retreated inches, then tilted his hips and pressed into me again.

A cry broke in my throat without my permission. But before I could even inhale, he did it again, drawing out of me, then thrusting back in, taking another inch, and then another. And even though pain sang within me, it was overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that every movement ignited in my flesh.

He dropped his head, his breath panting, rushing over my shoulder, beginning to sweat as he plunged deeper, and deeper. With each new thrust I was lost to anything but the sensation ofhim.Of the fullness of him, of the way my body stretched and reached and fizzed with pleasure forhim.And then he gave a deep cry into the pillow as I felt him reach fully within me, and I was gasping with him. All of him.

He trembled as he drew out of me then, and for a moment I wanted to weep, my body aching to be so fullywithhim again—until he graveled my name and thrust again. Then he didn’t stop.

His body, so large and strong, rippled like a snake. That hand, so calloused and capable, stroked my skin with a deep tenderness that brought tears to my eyes. And as he moved andcalled for me, as he gave in to the whispered cries and tormented groans, my pleasure grew and bloomed, my soul opening like a flower until we moved as one, and it was impossible to know where I stopped and he began.

My head was back, jaw slack, breath tearing in and out of my throat. When he drew out I could think of nothing but to have him back, and when he thrust into me, I could think of nothing butagain.

Pleasure and need glowed on the horizon of my mind, like a rising sun, glimmering, igniting, turning everything gold.

I was gasping, panting, calling his name, fighting to keep my voice quiet as he picked up the pace and his great body shuddered and uncoiled for me.

He shook and groaned, his body steel, but his touch sweet silk. My name on his lips was a plea, a benediction. And every sound, every sensation pushed me closer to that horizon, made the sun burn brighter, and the wave rocking through me break harder.

I was shaking, whimpering, clinging, stretching within and without—clawing for that promise of pleasure, desperate and unable to think of anything else when Melek pushed up on his elbows, mouth open, jaw slack, eyes locked on mine and he groaned. “Come for me, Yilan—beautiful…come for me.”

The deep roll of his voice, the desperation in his tone, and the sight of his massive body shivering with pleasure sent a bolt of pleasure through me that reached a place deep inside I’d never felt before.

I shattered.

“Mele—!”

His hand clapped over my mouth as my body bowed and I crested that wave, tumbled into the hot sun, plunged into pleasure that washed from deep within me, through my veins,into my skin, raising every hair on my body and stealing every breath, every thought.

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