Page 95 of The Beast King's Bride

Then he hikes my legs over his shoulders and unleashes himself on me, thrusting deep and hard.

I watch his face over me as if in a dream, my hands clasped at his nape, my fingers twining in his hair that is fine and curling there, so soft below the braid—when his cock inside of me is so hard. He shifts a little and a moan escapes me. It feels good, and when he rocks his hips, I moan again. All these sounds coming out of me, I can’t control them, just like my body. He’s playing me like an instrument, knowingly plucking every string, strumming my body, moving me to his command.

He bows over me to kiss me, and the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth, it starts a new flame inside me. Kissing him, I rock up a little, meeting his thrusts, and the fire inside me spreads, my body tightening, wanting more.

His thrusts lose rhythm, become even faster, and then he plunges one last time into me and holds, so deep, shuddering, breaking the kiss to roar his release.

And impossibly, it seems, I fall after him, gasping as I clench hard, then crying out his name. It’s a vast ocean of pleasure I fall into, drowning, and it goes on and on, my hold on him the only thing keeping me afloat.

When I open my eyes again, what feels like hours later, he’s lying beside me, facing me, a faint smile on his lips.

“I love you, too,” he says, his voice a whisper and takes my hand to place it on his chest. On the right side of his chest, I realize, where his pulse thunders—inverted, in an inverted world. “My heart is yours.”

Offering me the whole of him.

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