The king’s wound was forgotten; the pain from his wounds were there but the pleasure of pumping into her snug channel outweighed it tenfold. He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements. She urged him back to the bed and avoided the freshly bandaged arrow wound, but her hand covered his scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good.
She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened, and she found his intense blue gaze on her. She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, just intense heat, pleasure, and desire.
He likes this. He likes it a lot.
It was a heady sensation, knowing she could make him feel like this. That she could give him pleasure. That she could erase the pain of the past from his eyes even for a moment.
Currents of pleasure slid through her, and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wanted his kiss. His mouth on hers. But she also knew the impossibility of that happening. She wished it would happen one day.
So, instead of his lips on hers, she settled for another. She leaned down, moved her hands above his head, pressed her torso up against his face, and held her aching nipple to his mouth in a silent plea.
His breath hissed out, and he placed his mouth hungrily on it and began suckling in hard tugs. She sobbed; her eyes closed. Her body was on fire, but she didn’t have enough leverage to take long strokes in this position. Her body continued to move against his, but more slowly and with shortened strokes. His arms wrapped around her, his tongue and mouth devouring her puckered nub and her plump breast. He slid his hands to her thighs and began swirling them over her skin. One hand clung to her hip with bruising strength as he plunged into her while pushing her down on him. Her cries split the air at the twin sensations of his mouth on her breast and his thick organ powering inside her.
“Oooooh! Aaarh!” she cried in long drawls, her body trembling so badly he heard the vibrations in her cries. She got more liquid inside.
When she couldn’t take the torture of his lips on her nipple any longer, she pulled back from him and rose above him. The fullness of him throbbing between her thighs, his hands bruising her thighs. She made a slight change, getting more comfortable, and taking a long, steady stroke at the same time.
King Lucien slid his hands to her breasts, and he manipulated her aching nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs, and when he did, she was flooded with a heated, liquid sensation that eased his way. While she moaned, he groaned. His eyes slid close, and he looked like he was filled with deep-seated pleasure. The same feeling that threatened to engulf her.
The pain was there each time he hit her cervix, but so was the pleasure. She slid up on him and tightened her grip on his shoulders before coming back down again. He was hard and thick, and Danika felt the fullness all the way to her soul. The king held her so tightly, the sweat from their bodies mingling with the hot steamy air, her body sliding against his, over him, surrounding him as he filled her completely.
He held her with a tight, ruthless possession that in her sane mind might have alarmed her. But it didn’t.
This time around, he pushed her to a sitting position, and his mouth landed on a nipple, his tongue roughly abrading it as his hand played with its twin. She let the pain and pleasure take over her body; she was aroused almost to the tipping point.
As he played with her breasts and suckled intensely, her arousal grew to a fever pitch. She lifted herself off him in long strokes, her internal muscles clamping on him during the exquisitely satisfying slide back down. She slid up and down as great waves of pleasure consumed her. It came to a crescendo, and her body clenched tightly as she came to a climax that sent her soaring to the stratosphere. She screamed from the intensity and stopped moving to get away from it, but as soon as she did, he grabbed her by the hips and started jerking her body up and down on his shaft.
“Oh! Please!” she sobbed as he pumped her. Danika’s mind was slowly clearing from the fog that clouded her brain from her orgasm. He was coming inside of her, groaning with the force of his release, and holding her down on top of him as he pushed all the way in until his blunt head pushed past the mouth of her womb.
She shrieked as she twisted her body to get away from the intense, unbearable feeling she couldn’t describe as pleasure or pain. But he held her still with bruising strength as she felt his hot semen jetting into her core. With a weak cry, she collapsed over him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her erratic breathing mingled with his, the air filled with the sound of it.
Long minutes passed before she could move her body away from his, and she lay on the bed. Lying beside him, she felt his semen on her thigh. She felt him surrounding her.
Waves of dizziness slammed into her. No matter how she tried to keep her eyes open, she could not.
King Lucien watched sleep overtake her, her sweaty body going lax around him. With the sex over, the pain from his wound multiplied. But even the pain wasn’t keeping the sleep that clouded his mind at bay. He watched the even rise and fall of her chest. Her red puckered nipples he abused, but he couldn’t get enough. Even in sleep, she had one hand resting on his chest soothingly. He never saw the revulsion he expected to see when he decided not to use the blindfold.
Never, not even once during the time she pleasured him, did he see any disgust in her eyes. Instead, they blazed with heat, pleasure, and pain.
He stared at her soft, flawless hand on his scarred chest. Who exactly was this woman?
But he wasn’t any closer to knowing the answer to that question as he was since the first time he asked.
As he surrendered to sleep, he curled his arm around her body, pulling her closer to him. He burrowed his face to her hair and breathed her deeply into his system.
He allowed the peace and warmth of being this close to her surround him and wrap around him like a cloak.
And then he settled into a peaceful slumber.
Vetta stood behind the door, breathing rage and fire. She’d come to check on him and to find good reasons to punish Danika and send her away. Vetta wanted to know if she could seduce the king into using her fertility pills. Then she’d heard the king’s groans of pleasure… and Danika’s.
The lamp in the bedroom cast their shadows, and Vetta could see everything they did through the shadows.
She saw everything. She heard everything. Her blood boiled hotter than fire.