Page 162 of Kingly Bitten

He was too powerful to go easy. He took me with a need driven by the predator inside him, and my inner beast responded in kind, welcoming his possession by clamping down around him and urging him to fight harder. Push more. Plunge deeper.

My nipples ached, the taut points rubbing against his chest as he devoured my mouth and claimed my body.

He set me on fire.

He branded my soul.

He stamped a promise into my mind that went straight to my heart.

We were in this together. Forever. For eternity. Our bond went so much deeper than love or frivolous conventions. I didn’t need those words from him, because I understood his intentions from his mind.

This was us.

We existed as one.

For always.

His forehead met mine, his breath hot against my lips as he held my gaze once more. Everything I felt for him reflected back at me in those icy orbs.

Adoration.

Respect.

Desire.

Intelligence.

Partnership.

It was all right there. Hot. Intense. Passion. I sighed, my body breaking beneath the ferocity of his attentions and the vows of his heart.

My legs trembled.

My stomach clenched.

His teeth sank into my neck.

And his name escaped my mouth on a breath as I fell into a whirlpool of intense sensation. It burned through my veins, drawing tears from my eyes as I drowned in a rapturous wave of insanity.

He’d broken me.

I was too lost to the sensations to care.

Darkness. Happiness. Ripples of energy. Strength. A virile groan. Hot seed inside me. Muscles spasming, masculine perfection, the woodsy scent of the forest.

Love.

All of it surrounded me at once.

Followed by the plush comfort of warm cotton.

A strong male body holding me in the sheets.

His cock inside me again.

Driving me forward. Keeping me in this state of blissful unawareness.

I cried. I screamed. I lost my voice.