Page 77 of Coronation
Something inside me seems to catch.Fuck. “Are you sure?—”
“Yes.” Her voice breaks. “I promise, I trust you. Please, Ben.Please.”
The meaning of her words and their implications make my chest expand, as I’m flooded by a gratitude and desire so intense I know I could live the rest of my life in it. What more could I ever need? What more could I ever want?
I dive forward with a groan, silencing Zelda’s pleading with another fierce kiss, and I wasn’t conscious of holding back until she removed the last barrier between us. Now, the need to be inside her is rushing beneath my skin, as powerful as any biological impulse, voluntary or otherwise.
Our actions are uncoordinated and messy as we struggle to rid each other of the few barriers standing between us. We pant into each other’s mouths, breathing the same air as my hands dive beneath her skirts to find those lacy panties and shove them down her legs. In seconds, the zipper digging intomy cock is dragged down, offering me some relief. Some, but not enough.
I don’t stop to check whether she’s ready for me, not when I already know she is. We don’t exchange another word as we work as one, me leaning down to grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and open, while a hand that is softer and smaller than my own reaches into my trousers to grip my length.
I’m shaking as she guides my weeping tip to her entrance. Lost in the shadow of the tree, it’s too dark to see properly, or even to make out more than the angles of her face. I sink forward, stretching her body open with mine as the carnal noises of our pleasure fill the night air.
Even as drenched as she is, I am too large to fit inside her so easily. With difficulty, I force myself to slow down, fucking my way into her while heat surges through my veins like wildfire, and the muscles in Zelda’s lithe thighs shake.
It doesn’t have to be as it was before, not now, when I know this won’t be the last time. We will have more moments just like this one, more sleepy lovemaking before the sun has fully risen, and more frenzied fucks after it’s set. A whole lifetime of them if I can manage it.
“I love you.” The words surprise even me. They’ve been lingering at the edge of my mind for weeks, taunting me, and I hadn’t been planning to say them now. It should have been another moment, a more romantic, deliberate one, and yet I’m so flayed open that I can’t help saying it again as my hips finally meet hers, all the way in at last. “I love you.I love you.”
In my arms, Zelda cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she brushes her lips over mine. “I love you too.”
Four words to transform me forever.
Raw with emotion, I kiss her, tasting the salt from her tears as I do. It doesn’t alarm me, though. This woman feels allthings so very deeply, and that I could be worthy of such a gift almost brings me to my knees.
“I’m going to be so good to you. I swear, darling.I swear.” The promise comes out desperate and rough as I begin to fuck her. It may have been weeks since we were last together this way, but I remembered it every night as I wrapped my fist around my cock, and the relief of being inside her again is intense. This won’t last nearly as long as I’d like it to, but holding back anything right now is impossible. I’m too far gone.
Zelda’s answer comes in a moan and a breathless, joyful laugh as she holds me closer. “We’ll be so good to each other.”
Yes. We will.
I press my forehead to hers, listening to her cries grow unrestrained as I find the angle she likes, fucking her hard and fast against the tree. “There?” I demand, my fingers digging savagely into her ass.
Zelda’s mouth falls open, her impossibly tight cunt contracting. “Yes. There. Right there!”
“You see?” I spit through gritted teeth as pleasure begins to tighten in the muscles of my abdomen. “I haven’t forgotten. I give you what you needevery. Fucking. Time.” Each word is punctuated by a deep, unrelenting thrust, so hard it must come with an edge of pain, and yet I know it’s what she’s been waiting for.
Triumph surges through my veins when I’m proven right.
Zelda’s orgasm is an explosion. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she grinds helplessly against me, tits heaving and lips parted as her cream floods my dick. “Ben!Oh my god, oh my god—” she chants over and over again, almost sobbing in pleasure as, still, I don’t stop, bearing down on her poor cunt.
We’re not using protection. Birth control isn’t something we’ve discussed at all, and yet I’m not the slightest bit afraid ofthe consequences as, seconds from coming, I hiss, “Where do you want it?”
Warm hands find my face, as Zelda sobs, “Inside me! Come inside me!”
Christ, thank god.
My abs tighten as I manage a few shaky, shallow pumps of my hips, and finally let go. Nothing has ever been more satisfying than spilling inside this woman, and I bury my face in her neck, panting as my cock throbs, filling her with my cum.
I’m still recovering when Zelda presses her lips to my cheek, her skin warm and damp against mine, whispering words in my ear that give me more than I ever knew to want. “I love you,” she tells me, dragging her fingers through my hair.
Above the high walls of hedges, another breeze sweeps through the palace gardens, the sound of the rustling leaves joining our heavy breathing.
After an age, I lift my head to meet her gaze through the darkness. We’re still pressed together, my half-hard cock resting inside her, keeping my release exactly where it belongs as I echo her words, “I love you.”
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King Benedict, accompanied by girlfriend Zelda Flowers, stepped out Friday night in a show of support for the king’s former wife, Lady Julia Fletcher, on the occasion of her latest art gallery opening.
