Page 84 of Bred

Each stroke of his long fingers, combined with the suction of his mouth on my breasts, had me desperately clutching at his shoulders.

“Yes,” I answered the question he didn’t ask. “Yes, more. I need you!”

His hand went still, causing me to whimper in frustration. “Are you sure?” he asked carefully. His hard cock pressed against my thigh was proof enough that he must want the same thing, and his consideration made my heart lurch in my chest. Perhaps he loved me.

“Yes,” I gasped, “now.”

He smirked as he always did at my demands, and he gripped a breast with one hand as he adjusted me to my side and facing away from him. I moaned at the loss of contact, uncertain why he was moving me away.

But when he pressed his hard cock against the back of my thighs, I stopped squirming.

“Oh!” I murmured, surprise and desire raging through me as he let out a grunt and tore the gossamer fabric of my shift away from my body and threw it to the floor. He lifted my knee and then pushed between my thighs, but not inside me yet. It seemed almost cruel for him to tease me when I was so desperate for him, and I groaned wordlessly in frustration.

“Let me savor it just for a moment.” He chuckled against my shoulder and I bit down hard on my cheek to keep myself in check. Yet, he had mercy and pressed the firm head of his cock against my silken folds, finally, finally pressing in.

It seemed to take forever for him to sink himself fully inside me, and then he went still. I nearly sobbed aloud at the halt in his motion.

“I need just a moment.” He kissed my back and shoulders, fingers caressing and plucking at my aching nipples, once again tugging warm liquid from them to lubricate his furiously sensual movements.

Moving his hand from my knee, he slid his hand below my belly to stroke his fingers against the swollen slickness of my clit. He teased and fondled me expertly, drawing gasps and moans from my lips with no effort. As the waves of pleasure built inside me, he moved his hips.

Open-mouthed, I panted for him, pushing back against him as well as I could to meet his every thrust. His other hand, cradling me against his chest, was still rubbing at the swollen buds of my nipples as he moved inside me. His breathing was already deep and ragged, and the sound of it drove my arousal higher. A King of the Jeweled Throne, undone by my body… It was a raw and powerful realization.

“Let go,” he groaned against my skin, “I need you to...” The deep sound of his desire for me went straight through me and combined with his skillful touch, he had me spiraling out of control.

My skin prickled all over, already heavy and hot. The burning sensation deep inside me swept throughout my body until I felt consumed by it.

At the apex of my ecstasy, I cried out and grabbed for his arm as my body tightened and trapped him inside me.

The king gasped as I clamped down on his cock and he thrust hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure once more before he groaned deep in his throat and filled me with hot seed.

Whimpering with release, I clutched his arm against my leaking breasts, dizzy and overcome with emotion and passion.

It felt like hours passed before a hazy exhaustion sank into my sated limbs and I held his arm securely, glad he was still inside me. He would pull away in a moment to clean away our sweat and the remnants of our passion, as he used to, but for now, I basked in the feel of his body against mine.

The king’s touch roamed over the swell of my stomach and over my changed body; luxuriating in it. I had never felt more beautiful or desired than I did at that moment, which only brought the reason for my suspicions and fears careening back at a terrifying speed.

“What will happen after the child is born?” I whispered.

“What do you mean?” His words were soft, and I could feel the hammering of his heart against my back.

“What will happen to me?”

Lips pressed to my bare shoulder. “What do you think will happen?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“What did Artin tell you?”

Heat flared in my chest. “I don’t want her answers. I want yours.” My words sounded angry, and perhaps I was.

Why wouldn’t anyone give me an answer?

Venali’s breath was warm against my back and his fingers were gentle on my belly. “What do you want to happen?”

“I— I don’t want to be sent away,” I blurted out. “I want to raise our child and watch him grow. Please say you will not release me and forget me.”

There was silence for a moment, and then Venali’s arm tightened around me and pulled me back against his chest once more, trapping me there. His hips moved slightly, driving his cock deep inside me once more. He was still hard, and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning.