“I know, just take another deep breath.”
She does, and I work myself in another inch, her pussy so tight that I know my life is changing with every goddamn inch I move inside her. This feeling ripping through me, this untouchable euphoria . . . I know I’ll be chasing this high for the rest of my life with her.
I slowly work myself halfway in and then pause, giving her a second. “How are you doing, love?”
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of the pet name, a smile pulling at her lips. “Wonderful,” she says, and I feel her entire body relax, opening her up even more. I take that moment to push inside the rest of the way.
She moans, biting down on her lower lip as I position my hands on the mattress for leverage. I take a few deep breaths as I take in how amazing this feels. So raw, so soft, so warm. There’s nothing between us, nothing holding us back, and I’m connecting with her on a whole new level, a level I know that’s scary to me but, fuck, there’s no turning back now.
She might be the future queen.
I might be a loyal servant to this country, but at this moment, there’s no status. It’s just me and her and our connection.
I move closer to her head, keeping my hips still, and I lift her chin, placing a kiss on her lips. She matches my kiss, my need. I reach up to one of her ties and loosen it, setting her hand free, which she immediately connects to my face, cupping my cheek.
“You make me feel so cherished, so wanted,” she says in between kisses as I slowly rock my hips. She’s so tight that I don’t want to fucking hurt her.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Perfect.” Her thumb rubs over my cheek, her eyes watering again. “I’m so perfect.”
I let her take charge of our kisses as I pulse in and out of her, picking up my pace with every stroke, the feeling of her clamping around me driving me to move quicker.
She slips her hand around the back of my head and sifts her fingers through my hair, holding on tight.
My hips hammer into her now, my will to keep it slow snapping, the feeling too delicious.
“Fuck, you feel too good, like goddamn heaven.” I pulse harder, my pace relentless now.
“God,” she cries out. “Yes, my King . . . right there. More.”
Her lips return to mine, her fingers pulling on my hair, and something rips through me. I think it’s the last thread of my self-control.
Everything around me fades to black, only the sound of her moans and our bodies connecting filling my ears. Every nerve ending is focused, zeroed in on one point, my muscles contracting inward, my pulse a steady beat.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as sweat drips down my back, along my spine.
It’s too good.
She’s too fucking good.
I don’t fucking deserve this, but I’m going to take it.
I pulse harder, faster.
My balls tighten.
My cock swells.
And a roar flies past my lips as the most euphoric orgasm of my life rips through me. Through the fogginess of my brain, I hear Lilly moan as well, her pussy squeezing me tight, drawing out my orgasm longer.
We ride the wave until there’s nothing left to give, and then I collapse on top of her, my cock still hard, still inside of her.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper before I remove myself. I untie her only for her to pull me against her, her arms and legs wrapping around me. I cup the back of her head, holding her close. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she sniffles. “I’m so good, Keller.” She pulls away, and I catch sight of a single tear cascading down her cheek.
I swipe it away. My strong, sassy, confident girl . . . crying. Maybe she isn’t as tough as she seems. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just . . . that was so intense.”
“Intense is good.”
“I know, I just wasn’t expecting to feel like . . .” She looks away, but I gently force her to look me in the eyes by touching her jaw.
“You didn’t expect it to feel like what?”
Her beautiful eyes shine up at me. “To feel like coming home.”
And just like that, I feel my heart soften, and my thoughts, my ideas of what I can and cannot have, wash away into the past. This right here, this woman, she’s mine.
I cup her cheek gently and kiss her. “Same, love. I feel the same exact way.”
Chapter Seventeen
LILLY
Keller returns from the bathroom, after helping me clean up, and stands in the doorway, in all his naked glory. His strong set of shoulders relaxed, not tense. The solid stack of abs taut from the workout he just gave them. And even though his penis is no longer hard, straining between his legs, it still looks heavy. I have to tear my eyes away, or else I’m going to be begging for another round.