Bred by the King (Breeding Season 4)

He liked storms. They always helped him to clear his mind, even when he was serving for his country. A storm for him always signified a change.

Teasing across Ashley’s clit, he watched as her eyes closed and her mouth opened on a gasp. She wriggled against him, her nails sinking into the flesh of his shoulders as she held onto him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he asked.

“You’re the one doing it to me.”

He leaned in close and kissed her neck, right over her pulse. He wanted to do more than kiss.

Draven wanted to suck, kiss, to mark her so every man who saw her knew exactly who she belonged to. He wanted to drive his cock so deep inside her that she’d be dripping with his cum.

There was so much he wanted to do to her, and instead, he kissed her hard as he stroked her clit, but still it wasn’t enough.

“I want to see your pussy,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

She did that biting lip thing that he loved. “Yes.”

“Good. I’m not going to take this any further until you want me, baby. I’m not going to rush you.”

“I trust you.”

There was an edge of need in her voice, and he loved the sound of it. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and tasted her. She was just as sweet as he imagined, and he couldn’t wait to have her explode on his tongue.

She had nice, large tits, full and ripe, and ready to be taken.

He wanted to fuck her. His cock pressed painfully against the front of his pants, desperate to be inside her. To claim her.

As he pushed her shirt off her shoulders, he fingered the bra he’d been toying with. It was a little on the smaller side, but she hadn’t complained. He’d been trying to find bras for her, but unless he ventured out of his castle, he couldn’t get one for her size. She refused to go without one though and had even explained to him how hard it was for her to walk around without a bra. He didn’t see a problem with her tits bouncing around. He loved seeing them, and often found himself watching her just in case she decided to give it a chance.

As he flicked the catch open, the bra fell, spilling her tits forward. He fingered one of the red lines caused by the bra.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like the thought of anything hurting you.”

“It’s fine.”

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and he lifted her arm, seeing how red it was. Once he dealt with the traitors, he was going to plan a trip to the nearest town so that he could get her a bra that fit and didn’t dig into her flesh.

“It doesn’t hurt. Itches a little.” Her cheeks were a flaming red, and he smiled.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

“I’m not used to talking with someone like this. It feels too personal.”

“I want you to talk to me about everything.” He trailed his lips down her chest, going to her breast. Cupping the mounds, he pressed them together, staring at her rounded globes. His cock ached, but he slid his tongue across each peak, enjoying the pleasured sounds she made. She drove him wild, but he kept himself in check.

Licking one bud and then the other, he glanced up and saw the desire swirling in her eyes. She wanted this as much as he did.

After giving attention to both of her nipples, he let her tits go and slid his hand down her body to her pants. The jeans she wore were on the loose side, and as he flicked the button open, they fell to the floor easily.

He held her hand as she stepped out of them, kicking them to one side.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, repeating what he already knew.

Nerves clearly got the better of her.

“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready.” Even as his dick protested, he had to prove he wasn’t only after sex. He wanted the whole package.

This was what made Ashley different from all of the other women. He didn’t feel this protective need with anyone else. Ashley was the only one to inspire it within him. She made him feel human again, made him dream, and gave him respite from his survival mode.