THE INVISIBLE CONNECTION AND UNSTOPPABLE BONDWhen the king placed his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Danika jerked at the tug of his lips on her body. He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, and bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man had ever done this to her before; his mouth on her made her skin burn.
He let go of that nipple and found the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue. His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple. She tried to keep her response in check, but what he was doing to her drew moans from her lips and made her arch further to his mouth.
She didn’t know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand in the soft curls of his hair as he suckled her hungrily. She whimpered; her eyes slid tightly closed. At each tug of his mouth, she felt it in her womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bed clothes where she straddled him. Embarrassment made her cheeks flush, but she couldn’t control her response to what he was doing to her. It felt too good. The pleasure made her body a quivering mess above him.
What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled back and stared at her dazed eyes. Her trembling body. Her nipples were puckered and red from his relentless ardor. And King Lucien wanted more. It had been so long since he allowed himself to enjoy a woman’s soft breasts—way too long.
During his slavery, and after nursing from Baski, all others he did mechanically and upon command by King Cone. His body had ten good years to train itself to be repelled by another’s.
Now, five years after his slavery, every touch repelled and disgusted him. Made his skin uncomfortable. He allowed those close to him to touch him when necessary—like Baski, Vetta and Chad—but only as a necessity. He endured their touch; he didn’t enjoy it. Except for this woman trembling on top of him.
Her hand buried in his hair and her thighs straddling him wasn’t one he was enduring. Instead, it was one he was enjoying. “What is it about you?” He groaned as he lowered his head again and took her nipple back into his mouth.
She whimpered throatily as another wave of shudders worked its way down her body. He leaned back on the headboard, taking her with him until she was leaning over him. Her hand braced on either side of his head while he alternated between her two breasts, suckling them one after the other for very long, pleasurable minutes. His wounds forgotten, he fed from her.
She surrounded him. In his mouth. Around him. His phallus was hard and swollen to the point of pain, but he couldn’t take his mouth away from her succulent plumpness.
He was most surprised when, suddenly; she stiffened above him, her body going taut. And then she was sobbing aloud as shudder after shudder went through her body as she released. She was too responsive; he’d never had a woman like her before—not in slavery and not before.
He let go of her nipple with a pop and snaked his hand in between their bodies to the part of her that created a pool on his belly. He caressed her there, and she whimpered. She clenched her fists on either side of his head, and her head rolled to one side as her body went lax against him.
Danika was breathing erratically as she tried to catch her breath and regain her body. What surprised her was that he allowed her the time to do that.
“Get up,” he ordered at last, his voice hoarse.
Slowly, she rose above him and opened her eyes to see him. Her cheeks heated badly at the way his eyes watched her.
He didn’t have to give more commands; she knew what to do. And even though it was something she had never done before, she was grateful for her extensive knowledge from reading. And with the experiences he’d given her before, she could get the hang of it.
She wanted to please him. Make him feel the things he made her feel—and more.
When she began pulling the bedsheet from him, he reached for the blindfold on top of the headboard. She stiffened and cried out.
He paused and looked at her.
She shook her head, swallowed tightly, and whispered, “Please”
He glared at her. But behind the glare, she could see the indecision.
“Please, let me see you. I want to see you.” She didn’t know where such courage was coming from, but in that moment, she made her request with her sincerity written all over her face.
She didn’t want the blindfold. The very sight of him was what she wanted.
A moment passed. Then all indecision cleared from his face, and he let go of the blindfold.
Another bit of trust from him. Her heart fluttered, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Danika pulled herself up and looked down at his shaft, swallowing tightly in fear. Suddenly, he was looking more potent than he was in the court when she put her mouth around him.
How could something so big fit into her? She asked herself in panic. She did her best to console herself and remind herself that it wasn’t the first time the king had had her.
You can do this, Danika. You can do this.
That thought firmly in her mind, she held his swollen organ with her hand and lowered herself on him. He groaned his pleasure as she slowly began sheathing him with her body. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and her wetness made it easier, but she could only take him halfway. She whimpered, the feeling bordering on pain, her orgasm a minute before forgotten.
He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she rose again and lowered herself on him again, fitting him into her snug channel. But she couldn’t go all the way again, and he couldn’t control himself. His sexual need for her was too great.
He leaned up, wrapped his arm around her in a caging embrace, and in one forceful thrust, he plunged all the way inside her body. The pleasure was so much, he couldn’t hold the moan that escaped his throat even as she cried out loud in pain. Danika felt unbearably full in this position, it was uncomfortable. She was completely stretched and impaled.
Her hands shook where she gripped his shoulders, and her thighs trembled. He was completely inside of her now, his face buried against her skin, his breathing ragged against her ear. He lifted her by the hips and pushed her relentlessly down to take him. Again and again. She whimpered as butterflies hit her tummy from the sensations of the stroke of his shaft. Slowly, the pain abated with each plunge until it became a dull ache. A tiny moan escaped her throat as he continued the steady slide of her body on his, his moan vibrating her trembling body.
“Danika,” he groaned as he pumped her again.
Her name on his lips caused electricity to spark through her body. “My king!” she cried against him, pleasure building in her body.
If he noticed she referred to him as ‘my king’ instead of ‘Master’, he didn’t let on. He could only groan as he pumped her roughly up and down. With each stroke, he hit the mouth of her womb and she cried out against him. As always with him, pain and pleasure became one.