Page 112 of Of Skulls Of Shackles

“I used you to hurt myself,” I answered.

He liked that more, as did I.

The king hummed. “There is little challenge in taking your mind off that. You are shackled to my touch.”

I frowned at his word choice, and then gasped as he pushed my breasts together and laved attention on them. He had been right. The pain we created faded quickly, pulling away from deep in my stomach. “Move.”

See chuckled. “No challenge at all.”

He retreated a short way, and I hissed at the sting’s return. He slammed in again, and I screamed. Not in pain.

See’s chest rumbled at my shocked look. Such twinging of promise. I had half sat with the surprise ofhow good his cock felt.This whole time, I had believed the feeling of his power inside me to be the most exquisite sensation.

But this.

“See,” I said, and I could not say what emotion I spoke his name with. But I might as well have said another word entirely.

Move.

He pulled out farther this time, drinking in my every reaction. My every awed and trembling reaction. See pulled all the way out, and then hovered at my entrance. I felt empty. The walls he had left behind pulsed and throbbed.

“Do it,” I pleaded.

See eased back in with grating slowness. He pushed on my stomach to stop the wiggling of my hips, and then he cursed low. A curse of pain. “I can feel myself in you. Under my hand.”

How could he exist for me? How was that possible?

See peered into my gaze and soul as if he had heard my silent words. “Where did you come from?”

A different version of my question—how could he exist for me?

See glanced up again and scooped my ass higher as he settled into a rhythm. A steady rhythm. Not torturously slow, nor desperately fast. I recognized the pace; it was a claiming pace. It was a sure pace. The pace told me that I was his.

I shuddered, feeling my toes curl. My hands closed to fists, and See forced them open again, interlaced his fingers with mine and held my hands on the bed. I arched up. “It’s so much. The feeling. Please do something.”

But if he sped up, I might scream my way free altogether. And if he slowed down, I might truly lose my mind.

He rocked in and out of me languidly and fully. Our skin acknowledged every trip with a soft slap. I ran my arched feet up his calves and swept my hands over his shoulders. See lowered until my breasts crushed under his chest. We were touching as much as monstrously possible. His body slid down, taking my legs with his hips. They rose again as he buried into me again.

A bead of sweat trickled over my temple. Or was it a tear? “See. Please. It’s unbearable!”

I gripped his face and kissed him, letting my cry fall into his mouth. My breath hitched in a sob, and I kissed him—fully and deeply and without fear of being too desperate in my pace. He pressed his tongue into my mouth to return my kiss, and every plunging taste only reminded me of his cock plunging between my thighs.

I sighed and gave up the straining battle to kiss him. His body sliding on mine andinme. I could not fathom anything. The friction of his thighs against mine. My toes curled. I arched my breasts higher and sobbed again when he closed his mouth around my nipples.

I sucked in a breath as the feeling changed.

The fullness was there, but the overwhelming nature of his presence shifted.

Ah.I shifted my head aside as my body flushed with warmth.

“That will not do for me, my darkness,” See hushed.

With colossal effort, I returned my dazed sights to him. Milkiness. Chalky white. So much of him. Never enough.

I halfheartedly lifted my hands to grip his arms, but they fell away as what we had created rumbled in me. It approached like a sandstorm. There was no point trying to survive it. My arms fell like weights to the bed, and I did not look away from him, though my focus drew inward without any hope to do otherwise. My body trembled in totality. It trembled and then shook. I was limp, naught but a pebble leaping on the ground in the midst of an earthquake.

See pulled back once more.

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