Invisible

Chapter 16

Chapter 16:

The thing I was most thankful for was the fact that my Queen had stopped hitting me since we had started this thing – the King and me. So my body was clear of any bruises, it had been for the past16 days since everything had started.

The look on King Edward's face was enough to get me even wetter than I already was. And though I had stopped moving when he took off my gown for I was shocked it had happened, I started moving again when his eyes showed his lust filled gaze, and yearning look.

"Talk to me, Beautiful Eyes." He said, and I pretended I didn't hear, I was too lost in the sensation anyway. "So fucking good!" He groaned, and I was glad he had forgotten about his request. I was still scared out of my skin that the Queen would punish me for already disobeying so many of her rules.

King Edward was pushing up as I moved down, making our thrusts deeper and faster. One of his hands was digging into the flesh of my hip, and the other was roaming all over the two of my breasts, pinching my nipples and pulling on them, making my moans grow louder and my walls tighten as my orgasm neared.

He got up and his hands gripped tightly on my hips, pinning me on his erection. Then his mouth found one of my nipples and he started sucking on it, and swirling it with his tongue, driving me insane with lust. And just before my orgasm hit me, he flipped us over so he was on top again, pushing faster and faster and causing my orgasm to hit even harder than ever before.

I heard him moaning at the same second that my orgasm started, and then he pushed even more deeply after he came, as if he didn't want to let go. Telling me silently that it wasn't at all about having a boy child, it was all about pleasure.

He pressed his forehead to my masked one and sighed, pulling away from me after we both caught our breaths.

When he dressed and just before he left, he asked: "Tell me your name, Beautiful Eyes."

I sat up and pulled the sheets over my breasts, looking at him for a moment before looking down, lowering my gaze to my lap. How I wished to tell him my name, my full name. But, I knew only trouble could come from that.

The King sighed again, "Until we meet tomorrow." He smiled sadly at me, and I wished I could kiss the sadness away; he was the love of my life.

I wondered if someday I would be able to tell him just that.

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