And yet, as the others slowly pulled back to let her breathe, something inside me wouldn’t let go.
She was still mine to wreck. Mine to soothe.
I reached for her, gently gathering her shaking frame into my arms, pulling her into my lap, my c**k still hard and twitching inside her. She gasped softly at the stretch, her head falling back onto my shoulder, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat.
“Breathe with me, princess,” I murmured, placing a hand over her heart. “You’re doing so well.”
Her fingers curled around my wrist. “Kings…”
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her temple. “Let me take you one last time. Not just to f**k you—but to feel you. All of you. Before we mark you… I need you to know exactly who you belong to.”
Her breath caught again, but this time
