Page 76 of Kings of Seduction

‘I’m not sure what to make of what I just witnessed,’ he said as I felt the passionof his mouth roaming the side of my neck. ‘But I am sure I need a closer approach.’ His free hand lunged straight below my waist, gripping the full size of my core so forcefully that I almost lost balance.

It was a close limit to pain, yet one so much closer to euphoria.

‘What are you doing?’ I quivered, afraid that he would lose it again. Although he wasn’t anywhere near to letting himself run back to his demons.

This time, he had full control of his actions, and I was just about to find out how that specific control would manifest itself on me.

‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ His hand clenched harder on my flesh until I felt my knees melt into a pool of anguishing need. His body gave me the support that I needed to still stand, yet the dangerous closeness found the throbbing shape of his longing.

I knew exactly what he was doing.

He wanted me.

He wanted me right there, in the same room where I just had sex with Cole.

Maybe he was mad, or maybe it was a supremacy thing between my kings, but my body was already waiting for him.

‘What does it look like I’m doing, Bea?’ He repeated the question, assuring himself that I’d answer this time.

‘You want revenge?’ I wasn’t even sure why I said it, but there was a grey shadow hovering over each one of his gestures.

‘I don’t want revenge.’ He lifted my dress over my waist, pushing down my panties to slip over my knees. ‘I just want you to purr for me as you did for Cole.’ I could feel the tip of his length beginning to knead my damp folds. ‘Think you could do that?’ He slipped inside in just one move, jabbing himself as far as he could go.

I couldn’t hold back a gasp as he fully removed himself just to enter again, stretching me into a painful pleasure. And then he did it again, and again, until I felt the movement somehow raw, animalistic, trying to take everything I had to give.

A shattering vibration was reverberating throughout my body, making me seek support against the fireplace.

I needed to hold on to something. Anything to withstand him.

My palms settled on the upper post of the chimney while he still kept a grip on my hair, drawing my head so far back that I could look him in the eyes.

A kiss took me by surprise as I’d become so arched that I thought my spine was about to crack under the pressure.

It was the perfect type of pain, soothed by the tantalizing assault of his lips.

I had no idea if it was a punishment or if he was just having fun. Either way, whatever I did to get there needed to be repeated.

I barely held my ground as I was propelled towards the fire. But the lightening of delirium flashing within me made me break the kiss and let my head fall forwards just to stare into the flames. They seemed to have escaped the fireplace and sneaked straight into my body, lighting me up in futile attempts to grind against my king.

Seeking ultimate pleasure, he reached to expose my breasts, catching one of them in the width of his palm and squeezing so forcefully that it made me cry out. I was ravaged by vicious rapture as the mixture between his thrusts, the silent pain, and the warmth of the flames caressing my free breast was making all contact unbearable.

I felt myself clasping around him so tightly that I was under the impression I was about to break him, and if I had any doubts, the roar of pleasure escaping his lungs assured me he was moments away from his own ecstasy.

His grip on my hair was there again, turning my head to the side so he could sneak his tongue inside my mouth as his thrusts gained an incredible velocity.

It was all too much. The fire was leaving me defenseless, while Ferris’s intrusion wasn’t allowing me even a single moment to unwind, constantly needing to fight the explosions devastating my body.

Slaying me of all power seemed to be his ultimate goal.

I thought we were going to tear the chimney apart. That was until I felt myself slipping away, being supported only by the power of his arms.

With only a few thrusts, I felt him coating my inner thigh between growls that were betraying his ecstasy.

‘Did you faint on me back there?’ The arrogant satisfaction he was feeling couldn’t be withheld as he turned me to face him.

‘I slipped.’ I knew I was lying, and he knew I was lying, but I wasn’t going to admit to anything.

Maybe Cole was right. I was a prude.

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