Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

It’s not even funny how gorgeous he is.

His fingers trail down my stomach to my wet folds, leaving scorching tingles in their wake.

He teases my clit until I’m bucking against his hand, begging for more.

The building starts at my core and spreads all over my skin. Just when I’m about to come, he replaces his fingers with his cock, thrusting inside me in one go.

“Oh, God.”

“Not quite.” His lips curve as his face turns feral with lust and something else I can’t place.

I hold onto his neck as he sucks the tender skin of my breast. Is there even a place he’s left unmarked?

He sits up and pulls me into him so I’m straddling his lap. The depth of this position makes me feel him everywhere.

In my body.

In my air.

In my freaking soul.

His lips find mine and he kisses me hard and wild and totally out of control as he picks up his pace. His thrusts are hard and unyielding like he wants to engrave himself deep within my soul.

He hits a pleasurable spot inside of me and something in me shatters.

We’re skin to skin.

Heart to heart.

There isn’t a piece of me that he doesn’t own at this moment.

I come with a hoarse scream.

As I fall from the wave, I realise something is so utterly wrong.

He didn’t use a condom.

I push at his chest as he picks up his pace, but I can’t find the words to tell him to pull out.

Oh. God.

How the hell could I forget about that?

“Pull…” I finally breathe, coming down from my orgasm halo.

His eyes darken as he pounds into me harder and faster with his hands threaded into my hair.

“Levi…” I fight the pleasure building inside me and igniting every nerve ending. “I’m not on the shot or anything.”

I didn’t think I’d need that considering I was a virgin, but I seriously should’ve thought about it.

As if I put an idea in his head, Levi’s lips quirk up in that contemplative smirk that only means trouble. He doesn’t make a move to pull out. If anything, his pace becomes so wild, it’s impossible to keep up.

His back turns rigid, and panic grips me like a vice.

“Please… please…” I beg, tears blurring my vision.

His hand shoots up to wrap around my neck, firm enough to keep me in place. “Is having kids with me so fucking sad?”