Page 63 of The Death King

He dipped his head and caught my lips with his, feeling my upper lip with his gentle caresses. He tilted his head and swiped his tongue against mine, gently bringing me back to the passion that had been subdued by my trepidation. His kisses deepened, his breath filled my lungs, and then he dug his hand into my hair as he conquered my mouth.

Then he grabbed his base and tilted his hips back to push his throbbing tip inside me, the thickness dwarfing my small size.

My hands planted against his chest, and I gave a gentle push. “Wait…”

He adjusted me underneath him, tilting my pelvis back as his arms hooked behind my knees. His fingers balled into his fists as they pressed against the mattress, and he held his sculpted physique over me, dark eyes possessively glued to mine.

My hands had moved down to his abs, still pushing with a small amount of force.

Potent arousal burned in his eyes, and I could see all he wanted was to shove that big dick inside me. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But I’m not doing this again.” His face was just above mine, his dark eyes marking me with his powerful stare. His beautiful face had the same red tint he’d worn when his dick was in my mouth, the kind of desire that burned him from the inside out. “Because next time, I won’t be able to listen.”

My hand shifted on his chest, moving under his left pec to feel the gentle thump of his heart. It was slow and easy, like he was sitting in a chair in front of the fire on a quiet night. It didn’t race like mine.

He dipped his head closer to me, his hand still deep in my hair, his eyes shifting back and forth between mine as he waited for the permission he desperately wanted. “Come on, baby.” The endearment rolled off his tongue so easily, as if he’d said it a hundred times.

The burn returned between my legs. Seeing how much he wanted me made me want him more. Gave me a jolt of courage to think about the present rather than the past. Words didn’t form on my tongue, so all I did was give a slight nod.

There was barely a breath before he pushed himself inside me, his swollen head hitting a wall because I was too narrow to take him easily. He rocked his hips and gave another push, forcing his head into the narrow slit that refused to take him. General Titan had thrust and thrust until he forced his way inside my depths, but Talon gently applied the pressure and started to sink as my body accepted him. He made it one inch and then another, slowly entering my channel.

I cringed in expectation of pain, but I felt no pain at all.

My wetness soaked him the second he was inside, moistening his head with the slickness my body produced from his kisses and touches. It coated him completely and made his entry smooth. It was a tight fit, but at least it was relatively easy.

He closed his eyes and groaned as he sank, appreciating my wetness and tightness. “There we go.” He slid until he ran out of room, some of his length still outside of my body. He was longer and thicker than General Titan, and the difference in fullness was immediately apparent. It should hurt infinitely more, but it actually felt…good.

He remained still, giving me a moment to adjust to the sensation, his dark eyes showing a deeper level of possession than before. The tint on his face deepened, and he clenched his jaw as a sexy growl escaped his throat.

He started to move, slowly pulling out before he slid inside me again, testing the way our bodies moved together, his breaths coming out shaky as he felt the lack of friction in the pool of desire between my legs. His eyes were on me all the while, his jaw clenching, his breaths deeper and more rugged.

My hands slid farther up his stomach to his chest. My breathing matched his with quiet moans escaping my lips at the most unexpected times. It was nice and slow for a long time, my body feeling his thickness every time he was inside me.

Then he started to thrust, hitting me deeper and harder, rolling his hips once he was fully sheathed and applying pressure straight to my clit. His core tightened before he rocked his hips, the muscles flexing and releasing in a sexy dance.

I just lay there and took it, feeling the indescribable pleasure build between my legs. My wrists weren’t restrained, and my hands explored the hard muscles of his core, feeling his rock-hard stomach and his chest, the searing heat of his skin. Every time he thrust inside me, I felt the heat pool deeper in my stomach, felt the tightness that seized every muscle in my body. He felt good, but he looked so good too, leaning over me, his perfectly chiseled body working to thrust inside me over and over.

It went on for minutes, and I could feel that pool of pleasure grow bigger, just the way it did when his mouth was pressed against my aching clit. It was a slow creep, but I wanted it to be that way because the buildup was as good as the explosion.

His right arm left its spot under my knee before he removed the other. My legs were free, but he directed them around his torso.

I locked my ankles together automatically, my heels resting right at the top of his ass.

Now his chest was closer to mine, his hand deep in my hair, his face directly over mine. He thrust and ground against me, pushing my clit harder than he had before as his cock filled me with the thickest fullness I’d ever felt. His face was just inches from mine, and he watched the desire dance across my face. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my dick.”

A shiver of pleasure glided up my spine and made everything tingle for a few seconds. My hands slid up his back and felt the muscles under the skin, the warmth at my fingertips.

“You’re almost there,” he said between his breaths. “Pussy’s getting tighter…” He dipped his mouth to mine and kissed me as he continued to rock into me, as he gave me his dick and his pressure. The kisses were heated at first, but then they became shaky, both of us losing our focus as the pleasure burned white-hot.

The fire became an inferno. It started at my navel and crept down, intensifying as it struck its target. My lips couldn’t kiss his any longer. All I could do was breathe and gasp, feel myself choke on my moans as tears sprang to my eyes. It was nothing like the climax he’d given me before, as good as it was. This was one far more intense, like his hand squeezed my entire body and forced the pleasure into every vein and every nerve. He had full control of my body and made me feel exactly what he wanted me to feel.

My nails sliced into his skin like tiny daggers and slowly dragged over his shoulders, down his back, and all the way to the top of his ass. My hips started to buck toward the ceiling at their own insistence, and tears burned my eyes and blurred my vision.

“Fuck yes,” he said against my lips. “Come on that dick, baby.”

My eyes closed, and I felt my forehead against his, his body still thrusting into me, making the last vestiges of satisfaction last a little longer. The intensity diminished, and the pleasure started to wane, pooling underneath my body and disappearing into the mattress. The heat between my legs faded, and then I was aware of how hot and sweaty I was, the sweat that clung to his skin, the conflagration that engulfed us both.

His thrusts turned elongated, slowed down but went deeper, his body grinding into mine, his breaths shaky. The color of his skin started to tint further, blotched marks of red down his arms and on his chest. He pushed himself entirely within me, making me wince in pain from the fullness. But he didn’t stop because I didn’t ask him to.

I wanted him to feel good, as good as he made me feel.