Page 138 of The King has Fallen

I was helpless in his grip, capable of nothing except to ride the wave of pleasure of joining with him when he was so desperate.

“Melek…Melek!”

“Hold onto me.Hold me, Yilan!”

He was a storm of need. A hurricane of want. His body probing, pounding, his cries guttural. I was overwhelmed—the force of him within me sending waves of pleasure radiating from where we joined.

And then he tilted his hips and leaned me back, pulling me down so my body arched from where he took me, my breasts bare and bouncing as he dropped his chin, hands still clamped on my shoulders, pulling me into him, and watched himself take me.

“Oh, Yilan…fuck!”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but grab his thick arms and hold on, my nails biting into his flesh. My body began to pulse, my breath catching as he held me into the peak of each thrust, pleasure sparking, growing, expanding with every new joining.

“Yes…God, yes, Yilan,”he grated.“So fucking beautiful…”

That need in my belly tightened harder.

“Mine… you’re mine…”

I was sobbing, crying for him, wordless in pleasure, climbing towards that crest like clawing up a steep hill.

Then he growled my name at the same moment he lifted his hips and impaled me. “YILAN!”

I broke in his arms, lungs seizing, body shuddering, the entireworlddisappearing so that I was aware of nothing but what he inspired.

He roared again, then again, and somewhere in the back of my mind an alarm bell rang, but I couldn’t even form the thought.

Then he snarled my name once more, falling backwards onto the bed, and pulling me with him so that I slumped over his body, quivering, shivering, panting, my face in his neck.

And then he wrapped his arms around me and held me so tightly I almost couldn’t breath.

He stroked my hair back, pawing at me, trembling as well.

And when he turned his head a moment later, it was to pant in my ear.

“You hold the keys to my soul, Yilan. And the weapon to take down my people… please do not make me a fool for loving you.”

Still barely able to breathe, I shook my head and turned my head to brush a kiss to his sweaty neck. “I will never chooseanythingto hurt you, Melek. You have my word.”

48. Just Talking

~ MELEK ~

We were still on the bed, though I’d stopped sweating. I was on my back, my head towards the footboard, my feet at its head. Yilan lay over me, her arms folded on my chest, her chin resting on the back of her wrists.

She gave me the most beautiful, soft smile as I stroked her jet-black hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ears. The bond hummed, warming my chest, prickling my skin—and reminding me that I was going to be forced to leave her soon.

God, even with the lies and my anger at her for it, I believed her when she gave me her word. The conviction was there in the bond. And in fact, as I lay there with her, the bond humming like a tuning fork, I realized it was becoming clearer to me. Or rather, she was. The bond wasn’t like reading her thoughts. It wasn’tlike her ability to place images in my head. But it did give me insight.

And right now, she was happy. Relieved. And… in love?

I hardly dared hope that she felt as intensely as I did. She’d been more circumspect from the beginning. Unwilling to set her biases aside. Yet now…

She sighed and closed her eyes as I stroked her hair again and let my hand trail down her spine.

“Your touch feels so amazing, Melek,” she breathed, arching into my hand like a cat.

Seeing her, flushed from my love and smiling because of my touch, was the most gratifying experience I’d ever had. I would have given up everything else in my life to simply spend every day that way—with her, in the quiet, making love and seeing her smile.

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