Page 95 of The King is Dead
“Patience, beautiful, I need to get this right.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
I loved that dark purr that entered his voice. But before I could tell him so, Melek grabbed my waist and pulled me slowly back, entering me in two or three slow strokes, until his hips were hard against my ass.
As he filled me, I dropped my head, moaning.
One of his hands came up to clamp over my mouth, but he left my nose free so I could breathe as he pulled me up and back.
I wobbled as he lifted me back against his chest, uncertain what he was trying to do. But as he moved slowly within me, easing in and out, he was lifting me up, spreading my knees, urging me to kneel as well, until finally, I straddled his thighs, my back against his chest, my head resting back against his shoulder, and he was within me.
Because of this thick, iron thighs, I knelt, shins flat on the bed on either side of his folded legs, leaving me little or no room to move.
But Melek didn’t seem to care as he urged me to relax against him, and his hip thrusts grew a little deeper, a little stronger.
“Can you feel me like that, Beautiful?” he rasped, one hand still over my mouth as I nodded quickly, my breath growing harsher in my nose. “Good girl,” he chuckled
His free hand clamped on my hip first, pulling me harder against him as he widened his knees between mine, so I was stretched wide and taking him, my back arched and breasts high because there was so much more of him than me.
But just as my harsh breaths turned to whimpers, just as his thrusts grew more insistent, he let go of my mouth and slipped that hand up to my hair, stroking it back off my face and urging me to rest the back of my head against his shoulder.
“I’ve got you,” he croaked. “Just relax over me. I’ve got you.”
And then, rewarding me with more rumbled praise when I did as he asked, he brought one hand down to my breast, cupping and kneading it, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and dropped the other between my legs.
I twitched, squeaking again at the twin sensations of his thrust inside me, and his fingers dancing against that bundle of nerves between my thighs.
My breath shuddered and stopped as Melek growled and his chest rattled against my back. It took a few rolls to find our balanceand rhythm, but even as he adjusted my weight and I shifted my center of gravity, the promise of the thrill to come was building.
And then Melek leaned slightly back, pulling me with him, and suddenly, we were in perfect sync.
My breath came in short, sharp puffs, catching as Melek used the hand between my legs to pin me against him, adding to the pressure and ecstasy of that gorgeous stroking, his hand pressing and sliding against every delicate inch, while he filled me from behind, first slow and deep, but soon picking up the pace.
“Oh,fuck,”he muttered against my neck, then nipped that pebbled skin under my ear. “Keep going, Yilan…keep going.”
The tormented need in his hoarse voice sent the shivering pleasure rocketing through me. I could do little but sit heavily onto him as he thrust, my body jerking and twitching, bolts of bliss crackling from where he pinched and rubbed at my nipple, behind my navel, then down to my core where my blood was fire and my skin roared with it.
I was only breathing at the peak of every second thrust now as our bodies trembled, and I rode his hand and his cock at the same time.
Needing something to hold onto, I reached back, finding his hair and twisting my fingers into it, pulling him down against me, shuddering when his teeth grazed my goosebumps while his fingers and length drew ecstasy from me.
“Melek!” I gasped.
“I’ve got you,” he croaked, pulling me back onto him as he thrust harder. The sound of his voice so tortured made me tighten on him, and that increased the sensation. Then his fingers drew against me, sliding easily in my arousal and heightening the sensation further—which only made me clench harder. Melek began to grunt, and his thrusts increased, until he was holding me in place, his hips slapping up to meet me as I braced.
I was a trembling mess, barely breathing, gripping him, my body jangling with the sheer bliss of him inside me meeting the pleasure waves of his fingers playing my flesh, meeting the sizzles that started in my nipple as he pinched and tweaked.
“Melek…Melek!”
“I’ve got you, Yilan…I’ve got you—fuck!”
I arched, unbreathing, my body tightening as a wave rolled deep inside me, swirling and coiling, rushing through my veins—then it crested and his name tore from my throat.
My body jerked at the same moment his hand clapped over my shrieking mouth. My core muscles clamped down on him and he buried his face in my neck, roaring as he thrust again and again, our limbs shaking, hearts on fire, and bodies jangling with pleasure so acute, it was almost pain.
Melek cursed and collapsed backwards, his shoulder thudding against the headboard of the bed, pulling me with him, holding me to him, still inside me as his twitching, jerking body slowly went still, holding me as I panted.
