Page 25 of A True King

His hand presses against my chin, forcing my face to rise. I open my eyes to find his searching mine. “I forgive you. But…” He pauses and I stop breathing at his acceptance of my apology. “Never again, Mia. This will only work if we have zero secrets between us. Do you understand?”

I let air enter my chest as I nod. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Good. Now, there’s just one more thing,” he murmurs as he leans and presses his lips to mine. And just like that, a tidal wave of emotions breaks over me. Tears stream down my cheeks as a sob escapes my lips. But he doesn’t relent. He keeps kissing me, his tongue lapping away my salty tears.

“I-I m-missed you so very much,” I stammer.

He pulls back for a moment, his thumbs wiping away the tears on my cheeks. He takes my hand in his and presses it to his heart. “I was empty in here without you. I’m not complete unless you are by my side. Do not ever run away from me again.”

“Is that an order?” I ask, giving him a coy smile. It’s the first time I’ve smiled in weeks, and I find it bringing more tears to my eyes.

“Yes, that’s an order from ‘your’ king,” he says in a low voice that’s almost a growl before he leans back down, his tongue slipping between my lips, conquering my mouth with each movement.

I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until our bodies are fused. His hands slide around my back, grabbing my ass and pressing me to his groin. I moan as I feel his erection against my stomach. God, I’ve missed him. His strong hands grip my ass tighter as he pulls me up his body. I wrap my legs around his waist. He turns and carries me back inside, laying me on my bed.

I watch him under hooded eyes as he stares down at me, his strong body towering over me. He’s every bit the future king, but right now, he’s all mine. He removes his clothing, piece by piece, and when I reach for the hem of my shirt, his hand slaps mine away.

“Don’t take this away from me. I get to unwrap what’s mine.”

I shiver at his words as his hands slowly and methodically strip me of my shirt, bra, trousers, and panties. When I’m fully bared to him, he stands back up and gazes upon me. I watch him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, a look of pure hunger on his face.

Without another word, he falls to his knees, grabs my legs, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His hands pin my thighs, pushing them apart as he leans down and runs his tongue along my slit. Trembling, I reach for his head as he pushes his tongue between my folds and laps at my wetness. My fingers curl around his hair. Fuck, he’s a damned golden god at this.

He knows my body, knows exactly how to work it to the point of ecstasy and he does exactly that. If the Olympics gave out gold medals for oral sex, Christian would most definitely win it. My body starts to climb to that pinnacle it’s trying to reach, and as I’m approaching my climax, he slides one finger inside of me, curling it and stroking me from the inside as his tongue flicks me from the outside.

I cry out incoherent words, my body spasming around his finger as every muscle I have tenses and then relaxes into the bed.

But he’s not through with me, he climbs up between my legs, dragging me back into the middle of the bed. I can feel the head of his cock nudge my opening before he pulls my legs up, placing my feet on his shoulders as he slams inside of me.

We both let out a long breath, neither of us moving for a half second as we stare at each other, our bodies reconnecting along with our minds and souls. And then, it’s like a tidal wave crashing. Our bodies move in a frenzied dance. Christian rubs my clit as he moves in and out of me in long strokes. I reach beneath us, grasping his balls, and he groans. We both know the other’s body and just how to touch them. We don’t need all our senses. No sight is necessary, no sounds, just touch and feel.

“How can it be like this?” Christian asks rhetorically as he pumps inside me.

“Like what?”

He pauses for just a moment as my eyes open to find him staring at me. “From the first damn day of worshipping your body, it’s been an otherworldly experience. The connection is…” He trails off as I swallow and nod.

“Unparalleled?” I finish his thought.

“Supernal.”

I roll my eyes. “Supernal?”

“Empyreal?” he says with a thrust.

“Seraphic?” he suggests on another thrust.

“Transcendent,” I add, my hips elevating to meet his next thrust.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but I squeeze my inner muscles around him, rendering him speechless. He slams harder against me, running his thumb in circles against my clit, and on this third stroke, I come undone beneath him.

“Christian!” I scream, my voice echoing in its vastness as he crashes into me once more before roaring my name.

He rolls over immediately after he comes back to his senses, bringing me with him, our connection, physical and spiritual, not broken. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His hands run in long lines up and down my back.

Neither of us speaks for several minutes as we catch our breaths. The slowing of his chest rising calms me. My breathing syncs with his until we both are taking long, deep breaths.

“What now?” I ask as I run my finger back and forth over a tattoo on his chest. It’s the royal crest. An ironic symbol of his rebellious youth where he couldn’t even fully separate himself from his future duty.

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