The Shrewd King
my voice breaks.
He cups my face. He frowns as he studies my face. “Why are you crying, Kaiya?”
“I am yours, Theo. Only yours. Please claim me now,” I beg.
Theo obeys. He situates himself between me and in a painfully slow fashion, his manhood invades me. I raise my hips, to meet him, and he groans in pleasure. After giving a kiss on the side of my cheek, he gets up, holds firmly on my waist, pulls back, and then shoves his member inside me, up to the hilt.
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