Page 69 of The Death King

Her eyes drifted down to my chest, staring at my body while her mind was swept away on an invisible breeze. “What happened…?” Her eyes lifted to mine. “What happened to you?”

I stared into her green eyes, the stare deep and hypnotic, somehow full of anger…and empathy.

The memory played in my mind over and over, every single day, every night before I went to sleep, but I never shared the tale with anyone. All my energy was focused on my ambition, my unrelenting need for revenge. It carried me further than I ever thought I could go. Despite the desperation written on her face, the words still couldn’t form on my tongue. I couldn’t say the words out loud, not when I’d never spoken them to anyone except Khazmuda…and that was a long time ago.

“You can tell me…” There was only desperation in her eyes, not demand. There was sympathy there too, like she knew how broken I was, even though I hadn’t told her a single detail.

My hand slid across the small of her back, and I pulled her close, her tits against the top of my stomach, both of our bodies directly underneath the water. My hand cupped her wet cheek, and I lifted her chin to accept my kiss, our wet mouths coming together under the cascading water. Instead of fighting me, she grabbed on to my wrist and gave it a squeeze. Her mouth opened and invited my kiss, and she was the first one to give tongue. A single night together had given her a surge of confidence and experience—and she put them both to good use.

She lay on her back on the bed, her wet body immediately leaving a print on the sheets. Her thighs parted and welcomed my hips as her hands glided up my chest to my shoulders. Her head tilted back to accept my hungry kiss, taking it with a hot breath as I got situated on top of her.

After I’d had her once, I’d assumed my desire would be permanently quenched. I was never enthralled by a single woman for long, and my desires took me to other mouths and other bodies immediately afterward. But having Calista felt like a pre-appetizer, a simple morsel rather than a full dish.

My hips fit snugly between her fleshy thighs, and my hard dick was anxious to return to the pool of arousal I created. My lips danced with hers in perfect harmony as I guided my dick to her entrance, so desperate to feel the slickness that made my body tense. My head pushed at her opening, her slit so narrow and her lips so small they blocked my path. I pushed again and again, hearing her sharp inhale at every attempt, and then I finally broke through the gates and felt her river. I sank, feeling the ripple of fire up my spine, my breath shaky as I fell deep into her tight abyss.

She was so fucking wet—because of me.

I was a conqueror, claiming forbidden lands in my name. I turned the desert into an oasis. Flowers bloomed where rocks and sand had once been. General Titan’s name had been erased as I carved mine in stone. Sex would mean something different to her now. It would be sought out. Desired. Enjoyed.

I moved fully inside her until there was nowhere else for me to go. Some of my length remained exposed to the air because my shaft was too big for her channel. I’d already taken her slow and gentle once, and I wanted to fuck her the way I fucked my whores, but I could sense her delicacy and vulnerability and knew it would be a mistake to push her before she was ready.

My arms hooked behind her knees and opened her wide so I could thrust at the deeper angle, her petite body folded underneath mine for my enjoyment. Her tits were small but nice, with little nipples that felt like sharp pebbles in my mouth. Her expression was so sexy, the way she enjoyed my dick and then was surprised by it…over and over.

Her hands grabbed on to my forearms as she took my pumps, her moans growing successively louder and louder, her cheeks so red, she looked like she had a bad sunburn.

I was so hard watching her, so fucking turned on by how much she enjoyed it. My fat ego was now as big as my dick. My hips started to thrust quicker and harder on their own, swept up in the storm of desire that enraptured me.

Her moans started to turn to winces, and her hand planted against my chest to halt me. “Slow…”

I kept going because it was too hard to stop. Fuck, it felt good, and she was so damn wet.

“Easy,” she said as her voice cracked, her nails digging into the flesh of my forearm and chest. “It hurts.”

I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure burn down my spine. My breath came out shaky because she couldn’t have said anything sexier. The idea of my big dick hurting her felt so fucking good, because I was a sick bastard.

I opened my eyes again.

Her pleading eyes looked up at me, her hand still on my chest.

My pace slowed, and I shortened my length, no longer pounding the entire shaft inside her little pussy. The wetness had smeared all over my length, and her cream had started to build up right at the base. Forcing myself to take it easy on her was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, but I fucking did it. “You like, baby?”

Her breaths grew labored once again, and now her eyes didn’t water in pain. Her hands returned to my forearms, and she gripped them as she continued to take my big dick. “Yes, I like it.” Her eyes closed for a brief second, her lips parting in a sexy sigh before she bit her bottom lip. Her back arched, and her tits lifted to the ceiling.

Fuck, she really enjoyed this. “You love it. Now say it.”

Her eyes found mine, lost in the haze of pleasure but sharpened with anger.

“Say it.” I controlled the pace of my hips even though they wanted to go much faster, much harder. My mind and body were not in sync at the moment. “Say it or I’ll stop.”

“Then stop.” Her hands gripped my forearms as she stared up at me, calling me out on my bluff.

My hips slowed but continued their motion, and I was even more turned on than I’d been before. Her defiance even made my dick twitch. All I had to do was stop and she’d beg me to fuck her again, but my hips couldn’t do it. My dick was buried too deep, and it wouldn’t leave for any request.

Victory shone in her eyes.

I fucked her a little harder, my excitement burning through my veins.

Her nails continued to slice me as her moans grew louder. Then she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “I love it.” Her eyes were lidded and heavy, her lips parted and desperate for my kiss.