Page 119 of Rejected By the Shifter King
I just can’t believe this, but his climax restarts mine, and I’m a sobbing and shuddering mess as pleasure rushes through my body like the most violent of storms.
“H-Hexius...”
I’m not sure how much time passes after that, with my body still trembling with aftershocks, and my mind still incapable of functioning. But just when I think it’s over, Hexius pulls out and gently guides me to turn around, positioning me on my hands and knees in the shallow end of the tub.
“Again,” he says, and it’s not a request.
W-What does he mean—
Ah!
He enters me from behind, the new angle making me gasp as he fills me completely. I’m oversensitive, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and when his hand connects with my bottom in a sharp spank—
“Hexius!”
But this only makes him chuckle, a dark and lazy sound that makes my body come alive in a completely and shamefully different way—
Spank!
What follows is a claiming in every sense of the word. He moves with controlled power, each thrust hitting angles that make me see stars. His hands are everywhere, one gripping my hip to hold me exactly where he wants me, the other finding my breast to roll and pinch my nipple until I’m delirious with the mix of pain and pleasure.
When he spanks me again, harder this time, I can’t hold back the cry that tears from my throat.
“Tell me you’re mine, Samira.”
This time, I don’t even think of denying it.
“Y-Yours,” I choke out. “I’m y-yours.”
When he slams into me one last time, it’s over for both of us, and oh, to feel him filling me with his heat—
I think I might pass out this time.
And so I do.
When I finally resurface from the haze of sensation, it’s to find myself back in bed, my body tucked protectively against his, and I...I no longer know what’s the right thing to think or feel. All I can do is look up—
I want to give you the words.
But I can’t.
Not just yet.
—before I start to cry.
Because those words that I hear in my mind...are all his.
