King undressed my soul.
He took what he wanted from my body, was brutal with me, but in the process, my essence was laid bare.
I connected with my core.
My feminine centre.
And I realised it wasn’t wrong to want the things I wanted.
By the time King was ready to fuck me, my mind and body were exhausted but awakened and ready for him. He found a condom and then came back to where I lay on the bed. Every inch of my skin hummed for him as he slid an arm under me and pulled me up.
He positioned me so my head hung over the side of the bed. He then wrapped both hands around my neck, just under my jaw, and pressed upwards, restricting my breath slightly. His eyes were focused completely on my neck. There was something about it that put him in a trancelike state.
Without warning, he thrust inside me. He moved so ferociously that he almost forced me off the bed. It was his hold of my neck that kept me from that.
I clung to the sheet while he slammed into me. His movements were slow to begin with; he was more into the choking than the fucking. I couldn’t get enough of either. I also couldn’t get enough of his piercing. It hit my clit every time he pushed inside. The pleasure was so intense I decided that if I never had sex again, it wouldn’t matter because this was the best of my life.
“Fuck,” he roared, moving faster and loosening his grip on my neck.
I found his eyes and didn’t let go.
I wanted to watch him come.
Needed to see the moment this man lost himself completely.
But as he fucked me harder and faster, I drifted into my own trance.
I was so close to falling over the edge into absolute bliss.
My skin blazed with the need to get there.
My body begged for it.
My brain shattered completely.
I was reaching.
Crying out.
Aching.
Somewhere in there he let go of my neck, yanked me back fully onto the bed, and pounded so hard into me that I ended up with my head against the headboard.
I came first.
He wasn’t far behind me, but by then I was adrift and only vaguely aware of his thunderous growl of release.
King had fucked me thoroughly and sleep claimed me fast.
34
Lily
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I rolled over and cracked an eye open to check the time on the clock beside my bed. It was just past six in the morning. The morning after King fucked the hell out of me.
God, I could hardly move. The man had made good on his promise of rough sex. He’d dedicated time to every inch of my body, giving both pleasure and pain. I wasn’t sure how I’d get through the day after last night.