Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

His hand reaches between us to flick my clit.

The pain withers away, leaving something entirely different in its wake.

His fullness.

I can only feel him filling me and it’s so intimate.

So… erotic.

Soft moans tear past my lips as he picks up his pace slowly but steadily.

“Harder,” I murmur.

Levi’s brows scrunch as if he’s as surprised as me for saying that.

“Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, princess?” He bites down on the lobe of my ear, drawing a shudder from me.

“I… don’t know.”

“Let’s find out.” He grabs my hip with one hand and wraps the other one around my neck.

It’s not tight to cut off my air supply, but it’s firm enough to let me know that I’m at his mercy.

A part inside me snaps at the feeling of him being all over me. There’s something about relishing all of my control to him that makes me feel at peace or maybe a little powerful.

With my hands bound against my back, Levi rams deeper and harder into me until I can barely breathe or think.

Everything fills with his scent and his presence. A maddening buildup starts at my core and spreads all over my body like hellfire.

I can’t breathe or think straight.

“Fuck, Astrid. You’re so fucking tight.” Thrust. “And beautiful.” Thrust. “And driving me fucking insane.”

The sensation swipes over me like a hurricane. This orgasm is so different from all the other ones he gave me with his mouth. This one unravels me from the inside. I can’t even think or breathe. I can only scream his name like he told me I would.

I almost blackout, but I’m brought back to the moment as Levi’s back turns rigid. His Viking hair sticks to his temple with sweat and all his muscles become taut. He comes with a groan, squeezing me into him.

And then, his mouth is back to devouring mine.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

36

Levi

You should know by now that I don’t play fair.

* * *

The bed is empty.

It smells of lilac and sex, but there’s no sign of Astrid.

I curse as I jump to my feet, blindingly shoving my legs into the trousers lying on the floor.

It’s six in the morning and we’re in the middle of nowhere. She can’t reach civilisation unless she has a ride.

Judging from the rain beating down outside, she couldn’t have gone far.