Page 103 of Claimed By a King

“Yes,” she whispers, and I push for more.

“Do you like having me on my knees where you can look down on me?”

Her lashes flutter and her cheeks grow redder, and I chuckle.

“Zo. It’s okay to feel that way. I enjoyed watching you on your knees.”

“You did?”

“I did.” I smirk, lifting the blade up to her flesh.

“Are you ready?”

She nods. “Yes. Please.”

Her beg matches mine from a few minutes before so I start to slice her creamy flesh open.

A gasp falls from her lips as she stiffens and I freeze, my eyes darting back to hers.

“Want me to stop?”

“No. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

Fuck. My dick jerks from her words alone and the way it reminded me of her husky voice when we fuck.

I keep going, breaking her skin and watching her bright crimson blood leak free.

“Ohhh.” She moans, but in a surprising tone, and her hands reach toward my head, but she stops, flexing her fingers like she’s trying not to fist my hair.

“You can touch me, Zoe. If that’s what you want. I won’t touch you until you ask.” I remind her, and it’s like my permission pushes her over the edge.

Just as I’d thought, her fingers fist my hair, pulling painfully, but I don’t fight her off. If she needs to pull every fucking strand from my head to feel better, then I’ll let her do it.

I finish the cut, about two inches long to match mine and glance back up to see her head tipped back.

She’s aroused. I can see it in her tense muscles, and fuck I think I can even smell it floating from her pussy mere inches in front of my face.

I want to taste her so bad. Flick my tongue over her swollen clit and make her forget any other man’s touch.

A low growl rumbles in my chest, and her eyes flick back down to me.

“You’re turned on,” I rasp, fighting every instinct in me to give her pleasure.

“No… I…” She shakes her head but can’t truly deny it.

“It’s okay to be aroused by this, Zo. It’s just you and me here, remember? There’s no shame or guilt in what we do together or the way we feel.”

“I miss what we had.” She admits, and I slowly stand. “I miss wanting to kiss you. I miss loving the way you take what you want from me. I miss being consumed by you.”

With each word she says, my heart races, and my need for her festers, building up inside me.

“I miss your touch.” Tears burst from her eyes, and something in me snaps as I lurch forward, cupping her nape and pressing my lips to hers.

If I thought we were about to share a heated kiss that would re-ignite our relationship, then I was dead fucking wrong. Instead, my hard cock deflates like a fucking balloon when her knee hits my nuts and her hands shove me back with force.

Crumbling to the floor, sharp pain shoots through my groin up into my stomach, pulsing with sharp jabs each time it throbs as the urge to vomit hits.

“Oh my god, Gray. I’m sorry.”

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