Page 9 of Loved By The King

He lifts his head from my breast, his piercing eyes capturing mine in a heated gaze. His expression is fierce, yet tender, mirroring the wild passion that radiates from him. He cups my face with one hand, thumb stroking along my cheekbone as he studies me.

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and I look away shyly not able to withstand his intense stare. He chuckles slightly and tugs on a strand of my hair gently bringing me to meet his gaze once more.

“Look at me,” he whispers huskily.

Reluctantly, I follow his command. As our eyes lock, Soren captures my mouth in another searing kiss, his hands slipping to my ass as he rocks me against his hard cock.

He moves beneath me, his movements causing friction where our bodies are touching. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as the heady sensation intensifies.

His eyes drop, heated and predatory as they take in the sight. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps out, leaning down again to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.

“All of you,” he murmurs against my skin, shifting his attention to the other breast with equal fervor. I buck against him at the contact, eliciting a groan from the Lycan King.

Without warning, he flips us over, leaving me lying on the cool ground with him towering above me. The sight of him takes my breath away--the intensity in those bright eyes enough to make my heart stutter in anticipation.

“Soren…” I breathe out his name like a prayer as his hands explore lower regions of my body. An intense sensation surges through me--a need that only this man can fulfill.

“Say it again,” he commands, his dark blue eyes boring into mine, his fingers at play eliciting a moan from my lips as he trails his fingertips between my legs which open more for him. He bends down to claim my mouth with his once again, silencing my worries and distracting me as he forces two fingers inside me.

Soren pulls his lips from mine and I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he trails kisses down my body, his fingers sliding out of me, his hands roughly gripping my hips. With a growl, he spreads my legs wide, before pushing his shoulders between them. His tongue darts out, teasing my clit before diving in and lapping at me.

I moan, arching my back and grinding against his face. He is relentless, devouring me with every flick of his tongue.

“Come for me, baby, I wanna taste you,” he demands, his voice hoarse with lust and I feel myself building toward an explosive orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation. He sucks on my clit, hard and fast, sending me over the edge. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing with pleasure.

His fingers dig into my hips as he consumes me, drawing out the pleasure until, finally, I collapse beneath him, spent. Each breath falls heavy on my ears as he pulls away and shifts back to hover over me.

“Soren,” I whisper again, delighting in the way his eyes flash at the sound of his name. His gaze softens, and he bends to press a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back slightly.

His eyes are bright with something more than desire—something raw and undefined that leaves me breathless all over again.

“Are you certain, Bree?” His voice is a tender murmur, husky with desire yet underlined by concern. The intensity of his gaze, those piercing blue eyes now filled with a sense of urgency, captivate me.

My desire is mirrored there. And I realize I’m more than willing to give it to him. To give myself fully to him.

“Yes,” I reply, swallowing down the lump in my throat and meeting his gaze with a determined one of my own.

He’s slow as he aligns himself with my entrance, teasing me with the head of his shaft. His eyes never leave mine as he pushes in gently, his hand firmly framing my face. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched and filled, the sharp sting momentarily making me flinch.

“Sshh…” He soothes, pressing his lips against my forehead tenderly. “Just breathe.” His voice is soft, gentle in its command, his gaze holding mine captive as he slowly eases himself further into me.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath, willing myself to relax beneath him. Gradually, the discomfort fades away to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of rightness. A single tear escapes from the corner of my eye at the realization that there is no turning back now. Grateful that I never wasted this on Rhett.

Seeing this, he kisses it away gently before claiming my mouth with his, swallowing up any stray whimpers that might escape. He pulls back slightly only to thrust back in again, more forcefully this time.

His strokes are slow at first, each one carefully measured and deliberate. As the discomfort is replaced by a growing pleasure, Soren picks up speed.

“Soren,” I whisper as I hold on to him tighter, clawing at his shoulders as pleasure overtakes every fiber of my being.

With every thrust, every grunt he lets out, I grow closer and closer to the edge.

When the climax finally hits me, it does with the force of a tidal wave. It’s an explosion of sensation, a captivating euphoria that leaves me breathless, exhausted, and profoundly sated.

“I’m not done yet,” he chuckles as he slows but doesn’t finish, I stare up at him and he leans down, capturing my lips. “I still want to hear you scream it.”

With a wicked grin, he flips me over and enters me from behind. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, and the feeling of him filling me up is almost too much to bear. He slams into me, hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of our bodies slapping together only turns me on more when a second ago I was content and exhausted. He quickly reawakens the burning heat writhing inside me.

I’m panting and moaning as he slams into me from behind, his thick cock filling me up in the most delicious way possible. He’s got one hand on my hip, pulling me back into him, while the other is teasing my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.