Page 193 of Claimed By a King

My eyes dart up to her face as I carefully lower my upper body on the mattress between her legs, hovering close to her parted folds, and I inhale deeply.

Fucking sweet.

My chest starts rising and falling as I fight my most primal urge to bury my head between her legs and sink my tongue deep into her cunt.

I shouldn’t. Not without talking to her first. Should I?

Fuuuck.

I hate that I’m hesitating. I hate that something we once shared could potentially send her spiraling into panic if I try to do it again.

But what if it doesn’t?

I feel my whole fucking body start to vibrate with the need to eat her and bring her to the brink while she’s unconscious.

I never used to ask before. I just took, and she fucking loved it. What if that’s what I’m meant to do now? Just take and remind her that she’s mine, and I will always worship her, even in sleep.

Teasing myself further, I lean closer, the tip of my nose practically brushing her clit, and I inhale again.

“You want this, Princess?” I whisper, addressing her even though I’m pretty fucking sure I’m just trying to convince myself that it’s okay and I’m not about to violate her.

Then, I flick my tongue out and glide it gently through her folds.

That one act is all it takes for me to throw out any notion that she’ll hate this.

I’ll make her feel good. Just like I used to.

Like a man starved, I shift closer, using my tongue and then lips to kiss her folds, giving her clit some attention too as I feel the bud start to swell under my lips.

The moment she moans in her sleep, I fucking nearly lose it, my dick jerking against the mattress, desperate for release.

“That’s it, Princess. Take what you need,” I whisper between tongue flicks and lip nibbles.

Shifting, Zoe moans again, her hips doing a little lift like they are chasing something, and it’s that moment I add more pressure.

I can feel her slickness seeping from her entrance, and I bring my hand up between me and the mattress and press the tip to her.

“Are you ready for me to fill you?” I ask her a little louder than before, but she doesn’t respond, still trapped in sleep as her body starts to writhe with arousal.

Slowly, I ease my digit into her tight heat, feeling her cunt grip my finger and practically suck it in as it pulses with need, trapping me inside her.

I’m totally fucking consumed by this act now, and I need to see it through, hoping like hell that the moment she wakes, she won’t fucking freak out.

Her hips lift, her hand shifting to slide to her mound, and she starts rubbing her clit.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Looking up over her writhing body from the valley of her apex is fucking intoxicating. Her back arches, her tits straining while her fingers move quickly over her greedy bud.

Adding another digit, I fill Zoe more, stretching her tight opening before I curl my fingers up, focusing on the upper wall just inside her cunt.

“Gray.”

My moaned name fills the space, right before she stiffens, and her lids snap open.

I don’t stop.

Instead, I step up my onslaught.

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