LOGINHer arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way. They listened to the sound of their breathings. Allowing the silence between them to stretch, it was a comfortable silence where the king tried to remember the details of what just happened, and Lyra tried to surpress the feeling of worry for her child. What was done, was done. At least if she lost the baby, it will save her from all the stress and worry about the king finding out, she tried to console herself. She concentrated on the feeling of the King's head in between her breasts, his hand was caressing her skin the same way hers does to his head. They almost seem like real couples, Lyra thought with an inner sad smile. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. "Thank you, Lyra." His deep voice broke the silence at last. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, he turned towards her, his eyes on her face. He looked like a better version of her King because he lo
This was between her and him. Life and death. Possession and ownership. She threw her head back. "You're not hurting me. I... I love you, I love you, I'm pregnant for you, I'm carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! I trust you." He groaned, increasing his rhythm until she felt sure she'd snap in two. His guttural moan vibrated through his chest as the first ripple of need travelled down his dick, massaging her with the fierceness of his impending orgasm. Her body clenched, tightened, wound. Taking me out of this stratosphere and placing her on a shooting star. A comet where everything was happy and perfect and there was no tragedy or sadness. No memories: No slavery. No pain. Grief tried to steal her from his embrace and she clamped her eyes shut. Focusing only on his heat and vitality. Lyra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging him close against her. He moaned as his entire body went bow-string tight. He pulled her away from the wall, lowered them to
A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing. It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right. The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad. One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit. For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her. Lyra. He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot to dust. He only slowed his strokes, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He pressed his sweaty head to the side of her face, "Lyra..?" He breathed for the first time. Relief was like a river
A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing. It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right. The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad. One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit. For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her. Lyra. He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot to dust. He only slowed his strokes, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. "Lyra." He growled, driving into her. He repeated her name like it's a lifeline and he's hanging on to it. Like he needed
Escape! ESCAPE!! ESCAPE!!!!He has to keep her close. He has to keep her close! Not letting go!King Ryker cannot think past those animalistic urges that beat down on his head. Cannot hear past them.She struggles against him. It angered him that she's trying to get away from him. She's not leaving like his sister did! Not like Ronald did! He'll do everything to keep her close!Never! She is not getting away! He is not letting her go!He palmed her thigh and lifted her leg, baring her to him. Pure animalistic instincts rode him so hard, he was shaking with the urge to bury himself so deep inside the soft flesh he caged before him.Positioning himself blindly, he bumped against her but her body restricted his invasion. An animalistic growl tore from his throat and he tightened his hand on her waist and on her thigh."Take. Me. In.!" The guttural growl so deep tore from him as he nudged her opening with his dick again more roughly and urgently.He breached her a bit, shoving the head of
He caressed her collar button for a few more seconds. Then, he dropped his hand to her waist. The relief made her tremble, but the fear remained. His body drawn taut, felt like stone behind her back as he pressed close to her. Lyra gasped when she felt his massive erection on her lower back, thick and hard poking her. But, only for a second. The next, he pulled back a bit and with one firm yank of his hand, he tore her chemise from her body. Her breasts spilled out. Another yank of his hand tore the cotton trouser that covered her lower body, leaving her completely naked before him. The swift and rough way he handled her had her almost hyperventilating with panic. And, for the first time since she became a slave, she found herself struggling to be free from him. His muscular strength and powerful exertion scared her. If he touches her this way, he'll hurt her very badly. Her mind registered and it only made her struggle all the more. Oh, Creator! Whatever is wrong with him...!?
She saw the moment when he made a decision and his face took on it's usual blank look. Then, his eyes held hers as he began undressing himself. She gasped softly. He isn't going to blindfold her, and he isn't going to take her fully-clothed. Just like last night, he's going to take her naked. On
It was well past midnight when the king walked into his chambers. Heavy burdens stood on his shoulders, his face hard as rock. The lightness that surrounded him as he left his chambers had long departed from him...especially after he heard the news of why the messenger came. He'd always known t
Vane entered his bedroom and was most surprised when he saw Emily sitting down on the chair by the side of the bed. His eyes mirrored his surprise. "Emily?" Nervousness had Emily's fingers picking on the seams of her clothes. "It's me..." She whispered. When Bami told her that her princess will
They stared at the river in front of them, while her thoughts were only in the slight distance separating them. She hasn't recovered from the long night she spent in his arms last night, but her aching body still longs for his. If he demands her in his bed again tonight, she will be there. She wi







