Page 96 of Fated to the Wicked King

He swiped my hands away with a growl, tugging my body upward on the bed. “I need you now.”

“But—” My protest died on my lips as he parted my legs with his knee.

Tugging his pants down, he groaned as he slid fully inside in one smooth stroke.

“Rabb—” I gasped at his size.

He really couldn’t have waited.

I squeezed my eyes shut in absolute bliss.

He filled me so well. His weight pressing down on me was heaven. It had been months since I had felt him like this, since I had felt anything like this.

When I opened my eyes again, those stunning deep blues were gazing down at me with concern. “Did I hurt you? Should I stop?” His tentative fingers brushed my cheek.

I smiled up at him. “Definitely don’t stop.”

He hissed, pressing his forehead against mine. He stilled inside me for a moment, as if to savor the feel of me around him. “This. You. You are my everything. Never insult me again by implying I could possibly want anything else other than this perfection.”

I couldn’t help my quip. “I’ll try.”

He cracked a small grin at my impertinence, then he began to move. Not gently. Hard. Like a dam breaking from months of yearning. Every buried longing rushing through him in a flood he could no longer contain.

My own aching want unraveling, relief and joy crashed together inside of me. I welcomed all of it. I clutched at his shoulders, pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t cry out as he thrust into me, driving me crazy with a desperate need for more. To have him. All of him.

“God, you feel so good.”

When I couldn’t help a loud moan, it only spurred him on—and he grew inside me.

I gasped again at the sudden sting of pleasure. “Oh my god, Your Majesty⁠—”

Calling out his title triggered another growl in his throat, and he pushed even harder. He kissed my neck, his husky voice rumbling in his throat, sending shivers up and down my entire body. “Is this okay?” He went deeper. “Tell me where it feels good.” He palmed my breast, thumb stroking across one aching nipple.

“Aahh—” I breathed, closing my eyes in pure ecstasy. “Everywhere, god—” I rasped. “I can feel you everywhere. It’s so… it’s all so—” My next moan of pleasure came out half a scream.

“Yes,” he growled. “That’s good, Allie.” He pressed kisses against my throat as he kept thrusting. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral.

I whimpered as I writhed against his hard body, my pleasure intensifying.

“Tell me,” he urged, licking a hot line up my neck.

“I-I want…” I stuttered a whisper.

“What? Tell me clearly.” His strokes ran feverishly, faster and faster as he drew out my pleasure.

I closed my eyes. “I want you.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Another groan rumbled deep in his chest. “Now tell me…I am yours.”

My eyes flew wide open.

He was mine?

Suffice it to say, I had always been his, right from the start. That had been plain, simple, and true. It had never changed. But somehow, it was a different sort of thrill to be able to claim that he was mine.