The Forsaken King

The cabin was silent except for the flames in the hearth. But those were soon overpowered by our heated breaths, our lips coming together and breaking apart, the quiet moans that I couldn’t keep bottled inside any longer.

He made me come—hard.

My lips couldn’t continue the kiss, not when the explosion happened between my legs, right against his big fingers. My hands planted on his hard chest to brace myself in the waves of pleasure that would knock me on my backside. I moaned against his mouth, my hips bucking into his hand, my nails making scratch marks in his skin.

Too anxious to wait for me to overcome the pleasure he’d just given me, he brought his lips back to my neck, and this time, he tugged my shirt down, exposing my shoulder so he could kiss me there too.

His fingers grabbed the drawstrings of my breeches, and he tugged as he kissed me at the same time, getting them loose around my waist. Now everything happened at a much quicker pace, my boots and breeches coming off with a couple tugs and kicks. I pulled my shirt over my head and got rid of my shift, my tits bare to the air.

He got to his knees in front of the bed and tugged me against him, his lips moving to my tits to taste them like he’d already tasted the rest of me. He sucked one nipple into his mouth between his teeth as he palmed the other. I was small in comparison to his hand, but he kissed me like they were the nicest tits in the world. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, and he forced me back so he could kiss my stomach, explore my navel with his tongue, and move even farther down.

Every muscle in my core tightened when I felt the movement of his lips, when I knew the direction of his travels, where those lips would end up once they reached their destination. My breathing gave a hitch before he even made it there, when his lips kissed the insides of my thighs, when he purposely teased me to make me burn hotter than I was before.

He could fuck me any time he wanted, but he continued to work to make me writhe, to make my desire build up all over again so I would get the same grand finale he would.

He was right—he was good.

“Ohh…” My body immediately writhed when I felt his lips on me, his scruff abrasive against my soft skin, his tongue just as demanding when it had been inside my mouth as it was inside me now.

His tongue circled me just the way his fingers had, and he scooped my hips into his powerful arms so he could devour me, as if nothing ever tasted so good as I did.

It was so good that I couldn’t take any more. Just couldn’t. “Fuck me.”

His mouth was off me instantly, and he gave me that signature intense gaze, his lips shiny with my arousal. I expected the corner of his mouth to flick up in an arrogant smirk, but it never did. My plea only turned him on based on the burn in his eyes.

He got to his feet and pulled the drawstring of his breeches so they came loose.

I sat up, his waist right in my line of sight.

His thumbs hooked into his waistband, and he pushed it down, slowly revealing the base of his cock and the dark hair until it popped free—the entire thing. Thick. Long. A swollen head with a pool of tears on the surface.

His breeches and boots were removed, and then he stood there in front of me, six-foot-something of perfection, of hard muscle and power. There were scars on his skin, an old wound where he’d been stabbed by Klaus, and a slight indentation in his chest that I hadn’t noticed before.

His dick hung there, pointed right at me, and he looked down at me with a command in his eyes. His hand got a harsh grip on my neck, and he stepped closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my lips so he could drag his arousal across the skin.

I obeyed—and parted my lips and flattened my tongue.

He slid inside immediately, his eyes closed for a long second when he felt my tongue, my wet mouth, my tight throat.

He pushed all the way inside, making himself right at home, his enormous dick taking up every single pocket of space.

I couldn’t breathe. I had to hold it, which was intentional. He kept me there with his hand, looking down at me as if to prove a point, that his dick was the biggest in all the land. He finally pulled out, giving me the chance to take a breath.

But then he was back inside, thrusting into my mouth as I took it, his dick soaked with my saliva.