You collapse onto the King's chest. Both of you are panting, covered in sweat. He lazily runs a hand down your back before resting it on your hip. He drops a kiss on the top of your head, and then you feel his body start to relax. Was he falling asleep? You ask yourself.
You pick your head up slightly and sneak a peek, his eyes were closed, but he still had his arms around you to keep you laying on his chest. You decide not to protest and allow him to hold onto you.
In a groggy voice, "I think you should rest up a minute before we try that again." His voice sounded deeper, hearing it come from both his chest and his mouth.
"M'lord, I believe I am in need of rest... honestly."
He rolled you over, pinning you beneath him this time. He adjusted himself so that his weight was on his legs and arms as not to crush you beneath his powerful form. "I can't get enough of you, I think you put a spell on me, (Y/N)."
You smile up at the King, who didn't seem so dark and mean at the moment. He seemed kind and capable of passion. "Do you plan on keeping me?"
The King smirked, "I had not planned on letting you out of this room..." He leaned up, wrapping an arm under the small of your back so your hips were now off the ground. "Your mine!" He thrust into you with one movement.
You cried out with pleasure. "Mmmm, My King!"
He made the movement again, "Say it again."
You smiled at him, "My King!" You say louder this time. Causing him to drop his head to your shoulder. "What... Why did you stop?"
"I don't want to hurt you." He said softly into your shoulder.
"That didn't stop you before."
YOU ARE READING
𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửA y/n story from a female reader PoV. She feels the need to ask the King to save her family's farm from being taken away from her father due to his debts.
