Page 127 of Born for Silk

My core tightens, my pussy undulates around the thrusting of his demanding tongue, and I burst apart, thrashing my head from side to side as my muscles gyrate and convulse.

Bliss…

“Rome. Oh. My king.”

He laps me gently, helping me ride the pleasure down. “I’ve got you, sweet creature.”

Sighing peacefully, I loosen my hold on the bedhead and just sit on his tongue for a while.

This seems so indecent. So…unnatural. And perfect. He is right. The pregnancy makes me want this, all the time. I am constantly wet for him.

My body is humming, a mindless vessel of pleasure, when he says, “Now that my Silk Girl is relaxed and wet.” His hand presses the centre of my back, arching me so his tongue can dip to a private place between my cheeks.

“Rome!” I fist the wooden frame.

He stops. “You drip everywhere. My soaking, little creature.” Lifting me an inch higher, he manages to slide out with me on my knees.

“Keep hold of the bed. Stay like that.”

Peering quietly over my shoulder, I watch his magnificent, steel-like physique step from the mattress, a naked, all-muscles Xin De man striding across the room. His backside is so firm, perfectly moulded.

He stops by the small cabinet and pours a drink; the sound of a spoon singing on a glass makes me shuffle with uncertainty.

He turns, and I look back at the wall as he catches me ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he purrs.

A blush creeps up my neck. “Yes, Rome.”

“I like my name on your lips.”

I hear him groan, but don’t peer back to watch what he is doing. I merely listen as his heavy breaths gain in volume and then stop...

Shit.

“Rome?”

At the sound of his menacing steps, I risk another glance to view him, powerful in his gait, long, toned legs, and a heavy, veined cock beating at his abdomen, entirely too big to be human. Glossy, too. With something oily? It looks polished.

Stopping beside me, he cups the back of my head and holds the cool crystal to my lower lip.

“Open,” he orders, pouring the liquid into my mouth.

Obediently, I swallow.

“Good girl. That’s La Mu Leaf serum. It’ll help, sweet creature. Relax you.”

I peer up at him, feeling shy and vulnerable, finding his gaze for strength. He leans down and kisses me slowly. My eyes close to the reassurance of his affection.

He pulls from my lips to inhale my hair, humming to the scent. “Vulnerability.” He straightens. “Look back at the wall.”

I do, and my heart thrashes.

It all happens dream-like. I shiver when he trails his coarse hand up and down my spine, my pulse rushes between my ears when his hot, hard body closes in on me, and I freeze entirely when his fingers touch the place… I blink fast.

“Rome?”

“Are you ready to take your king deep inside your body, little creature? So deep you will struggle to know where I finish, and you begin.”

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