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Warm air hit her bare back when he pulled away from her, no longer leaning into her. His hand let go of her breasts and returned to her hips where he held her to him. Lucien could no longer hold onto his control. The small control left teetered each of a cliff with each stroke inside her tight wet sheath-with each sweet throaty moan she let out. He lost it.
Sound of skin slapping skin filled the air. His strokes increased in pace, becoming faster and harder. Her pelvis pressed against the shelf; Danika braced herself when it dawnedon her that she was no longer in charge anymore. He slammed inside her over and over again like he wanted to bury himself inside her body and never get out. His fingers dug on her hips persistently, holding her tighter and pulling her closer to him.
She bit her lips, knowing that she’d be wearing his mark of possession again for a few days to come. But the slight burning pains that followed his rough coupling did nothing to stop the pleasure. Instead, it was maximized to unbearable degrees.
“Oooh!” The pressure was building up inside her with each thrust of his hips. His breathing changed; his moves were uncontrolled, which told her that he was right there on the edge too.
He pounded her fiercely, guttural groans emitting from it with each thrust. A few more strokes more, and he came with her name on his lips. She followed him a second later, sobbing and panting as the tidal wave threatened to drown her completely. She lost control of her body-of everything. Words flew from her mouth. “I love you; I love you, I love you, love you so much!” The panting sobs were hard to make out, but he heard it clearly, her body trembling so much he realized that she was about to fall.
His hands caught her when she began sliding to the floor, pulling her to him and gently lowering them to the fur-covered floor of the library. The furs protected her skin from the cold and the hardness of the ground. He pushed into her again, not wanting to part yet. A shudder worked itself through her body, and she gasped. He held her from behind while the world tilted around them. His orgasm was explosive, but it was nothing compared to hers.
The panted words reduced to whispers, her hands clutching his, she burrowed deeper into his body, allowing his body to blanket hers from behind.
She felt faint. Lightheaded. Safe.
King Lucien knew the exact moment she fell asleep in his arms. Her lax body so deeply burrowed into his he felt her everywhere. Everywhere settled in silence around him. He was still inside her body and was not planning on pulling out. Instead, he leaned up and took in her face in exhausted sleep. Strands of her hair plastered on her damp forehead, her long lashes lowered, covering her eyes. Her nose so white and pointed, letting out soft, even breathing. Her bow-shaped small lips. So beautiful. He hovered over her, transfixed. Unable to stop staring, his eyes followed the rise and fall of her chest.
So beautiful…and so mine.
He didn’t refute the thought. Instead, satisfaction coursed through him. His hand settled on the swell of her belly, and he leaned in and kissed her shoulder.
I love you; I love you, I love you, love you so much!
The words remained the only voice in his head. Repeatedly, they replayed in his head.
All his demons and their voices abated him the minute he took her into his arms and began undressing her, and they did not return. Just her voice was there.
Movement in his hand pulled his attention back to her belly. His son was moving around visibly. His fingers followed each move. Just like a hide and seek.
His whole world centered completely on the woman sleeping in his arms and his child inside her.
Thoughts of Vetta’s betrayal disappeared like the wind. Thoughts of his years in slavery were nowhere near the library.
He fell asleep long after she did, with her panted words ringing in his ears, and his fingers on the last part of her belly where he felt his son move.
When the king woke up in the morning, the bright lights came in through the library’s windows. Danika was still asleep in his arms.
Gently, he pulled out of her, and his eyes quickly inspected her naked body. He frowned slightly when he saw the red imprints from his fingers the night before. It didn’t sit well with him that he bruised her skin because he could not control himself whenever he was with her.
One year and two months. It had been more than fourteen months since Danika became his, yet he still lost his better senses and control whenever he was with her. Why is that?
She had become a part of him. The king hadn’t been aware of it until today. Most of his conscious thoughts were about her when they were not about his people. Why couldn’t he get enough of her?
He turned and picked up his kingly garment from the table where she’d neatly kept it after folding it. He walked back to her and covered her with it to shield her nakedness.
Walking out of the library, the king went to the bedroom and took a pillow from the bed. Footsteps soundless, he strode back to the inner room towards her and placed the pillow under her head. She sighed and settled back into sleep. Then he got up and left the room, closing it softly.
He’d finished taking his bath. The two seamstresses were dressing him in his garment when a knock came at the door.
“It’s Baski, my king,” the familiar voice said.
He’d summoned her. “Come in.”
She entered and greeted him. He sent the seamstresses away. The older woman automatically walked behind him to finish where the seamstresses stopped, tying the robes of his garment to hold together.
“Danika is still asleep in the library. Tell the cook to make her breakfast, but she has to eat chicken broth and soup before breakfast so that even if she throws up, you could mix it in her breakfast. Tell Zariel to get two more men and stand guard at this door while I’m gone. Under no circumstances will theyleave their posts unless Danika wakes up and safely leaves my chambers,” he instructed commandingly.
“As you wish, Your Highness,” Baski responded automatically.
Several minutes later, the king stood in front of Vetta’s dungeon.
Vetta knew the exact moment she was no longer alone in the dungeon.
Finding herself in this enclosed space again after five good years was like a nightmare to her. She hated dungeons so much. She almost lost her mind in the middle of the night because her days in slavery stood before her at every single turn.
It was a nightmare. Vetta was one step away from losing her mind. Or maybe she already did.
Not to mention the pain in her body. And the one in her heart.
After Angie’s treatment of her, she felt better than she’s ever felt in some months, and even though her body was still hurting, it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
She couldn’t unsee it. Watching the king walk away from her without a backward glance. That look of loathing and betrayal in his eyes.
Vetta blinked tightly and slowly rose to sit on the cold hard ground. There was no way she was going down like this. She would try to salvage her situation. But if she couldn’t, she would be damned if she went down alone.
“How many were they?” His deep growl forced her to turn towards him-a voice so cold.
“One. I told you, it was just one man. It was just one time,” she responded earnestly, desperately trying to reach him.
He palmed his head, shaking it. “How do you expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth! Why won’t you believe me? It was unintentional, and it was just one time!”
“Why? Why would you do it?” The words were thrown at her.
That useless monster Karandy forced me! I never wanted to! It was all that dead bastard’s idea! He blackmailed me!
It was all at the tip of her tongue, wanting so badly to get out, but she held it in. She couldn’t say his name. Calling his name meant buying more trouble.
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