Page 142 of The Book of Kings

‘It’s ok, Bea. It’s okay...,’ I whispered when in reality I didn’t want anything to be okay. I wanted her to squirm as flashes of unbearable tremor would pierce through her body.

My hand stayed right there as I drove my lips to taste her round breasts once again so I could raise her on my hips and take my assault on her body to bed.

Cradling her beneath me, I made room between her thighs as I hurried to remove my shirt. And there was another piece of material I also wanted to get rid of. ‘I forgot about these,’ I smiled, driving her legs on my neck to ditch the lacy thongs that were standing in my way.

I was soon multitasking. With one hand I was throwing the panties on the floor and with the other, I was unfastening my belt. I felt like the time was closing in on me and maybe I could have enough of her and find a cure for that unthinkable need I get every time my mind wandered off to her.

Without allowing her time to come back to her senses, my lips found the round shape of her nipples as I sent a finger to flow inside of her. My gesture made her anchor herself on the bed as she was preparing for what would happen next.

Though her action seemed mechanical, and for some reason it was bothering me. And it shouldn’t have. That was what I wanted — something driven just by our bodies. I needed to convince myself of that, so abandoning her breasts, I peered directly at her. I wanted to see how every single one of my moves was taking its toll on her, but most of all, I wanted to see how she was hating me.

My hand was moving unhurriedly, watching her chest rise and fall with a tension I wanted to treasure. Yet I was finding it difficult to thrive on her discomfort.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t try.

I let another finger glide within her, feeling how she was stretching for the first time only for me. And I wanted to explore that sensation until none of us would be able to even fucking breathe.

I was a sick bastard, but the thought that she was mine first was making her priceless in a way I couldn’t explain.

‘Look at me,’ I ordered, seeing her eyes closing as the pain was controlling her senses. I wanted her there with me as I held the magic to turn anguish into uncountable pleasure.

My fingers didn’t stop grinding on her walls as I was sipping every single one of her grimaces. They were creating an unexplainable bond between us and with every move I was beginning to doubt myself for wanting to go through with this.

It was like I was trespassing upon forbidden property, but thedo not crossband had already been broken. All I could do was step further and face whatever the fuck would happen.

Her pain was slowly dissipating as I brought my thumb to skim her clit in gentle gestures until it had chased her agony away.

She was no longer tensed but calming down in my arms like she was settling into a place where she belonged.

We were both treading on dangerous waters, and it was time to do something before we would be beginning to sink.

Getting rid of my boxers, I withdrew my fingers from within her only to make room for my hardened length. I was fucking burning to sink myself into her.That’s what I wanted. All I ever wanted.

The gesture might have been too brutal, but I didn’t care. I only cared about finding pleasure, even if that meant her anguish.

With a slowed-down motion, I felt her arms sneaking around my neck as if searching for security. And that drove me on, burying myself deeper, aiming so strongly to only allow it to be a physical connection.

Probably thinking that I wouldn’t notice, she was trying to close any distance between us and suppress my movements by drawing he lips to press against my upper shoulder. And I couldn’t resist but keep her there, entrapping the back of her head in my hand as I felt her teeth sinking into my shoulder. She was trying to withstand the discomfortIwas provoking, and for some reason that was making my teeth grind with a fury that I was barely smothering.

I was angry at myself. Everything was turning out the way that I wanted, except, I didn’t want it that way anymore.

The pain in my shoulder was slowly dissipating and that only meant she was getting more comfortable with me moving inside of her, while I wasn’t comfortable with her still hugging me. I didn’t enjoy the closeness, so the second I felt her arms become loose, I slipped away heading to continue the exploration of her breasts.

The velocity of my thrusts quickly increased, aiming to make her forget her own name. She didn’t need it anyway. All she needed to know was mine.

Her limbs were losing resistance, turning into jelly as I couldn’t stop myself from grinding deeper within her until her ghosted cries were becoming a symphony to my ears.

I wished I could say she was no different from the rest. That her skin and lips weren’t softer than any others I felt before. That her voice meowing beneath me didn’t ignite a peak of my own pleasure.

But I would be lying.

She was Paradise to a villain and it’s common knowlege that sinners don’t end up in heaven.

That kind of assault on my senses was bringing me too close too quickly. It was time for a switch-up, so wrapping my arms around her, I whirled us around until I brought her to be on top of me with both of her legs straddling my waist.

The change made hermomentarily freak out. I recognized it in the way her body had tensed, as I must’ve felt even bigger inside her in this new position.

She needed my help, and I just decided to play the gentleman and assist her.

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