Bred by the King (Breeding Season 4)

With only her panties left, he gripped them and gently pulled them from her body.

She let out a little gasp.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know what it is you do to me. Sometimes I’m scared, but you make me feel so safe, cared for. It’s like I can finally stop panicking about everything because I know I’ve got you. I’m sorry. I’m rambling on.”

He smiled. “I think it’s cute. You can talk to me all day long.” He’d gladly listen to her, no matter what it was she had on her mind. He enjoyed her company.

She pressed her hand against his chest. “I want this.”

“I’ve told you, no rush.”

“It’s not just about the rush. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want this to stop.” She slowly slid her hand down to his jeans. Her fingers were on the buttons. He waited, knowing what would come next. As she cupped his cock, it took every ounce of restraint not to pounce on her then and there.

Draven waited to see what she’d do next.

She opened the button on his jeans and slid her hand inside, holding him. He gritted his teeth.

“You’re big.”

“I know, but we’re going to fit together. We’re made for each other.” He slowly stroked her arms, gliding the tips of his fingers up and down. She let him go and pushed his jeans down.

He let out a little hiss as the zipper of the jeans scratched him.

“Be careful there, sweetheart. I’ve got to take care of that guy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” He released his jeans and let her get her fill of him.

He didn’t look away or try to cover himself.

Men came in all different sizes, and for him, he’d been blessed. Long and thick, and one glance down at his cock, he saw just how aroused he was with pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

She worked her hand up and down his length. Her touch was so light at first. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Never.” If anything, his balls were killing him, but that was only because he wanted to empty them right into her tight cunt.

Control.

Don’t fucking lose it.

He walked her back toward the bed, and as her legs hit the edge, he eased her down. The action stopped her from touching his cock, and for now, he enjoyed the sweet relief.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said, giving him that pretty pet lip.

“We’re nowhere near close to stopping. I’ve got the whole evening planned.” If she didn’t want to go all the way, he knew there was more than one way to enjoy tonight. “Lie back.”

She eased back, nice and slow.

He waited. He had all the patience in the world. At least, he liked to think he did. It was being tested when it came to Ashley.

“Spread those pretty thighs. I want to see what belongs to me.” Just saying those words filled him with an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness.

All of his life, he’d wanted something for himself, and he finally had it in Ashley. The fertile woman who’d found him. She’d come to him for safety, and he was more than willing to grant it—for a price. Everything in this world had a bottom line.

For Draven, it was owning Ashley. Possessing her.