5. King #2
I lead her down the hall to my room, and the second the door closes behind us, I'm on her.
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the bed.
We fall onto it together, her back hitting the mattress, my body covering hers.
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her beneath me.
"Do you know what you did tonight?" I murmur against her lips. "Do you have any idea?"
"I chose you."
"You chose me." I pull back to look at her, this woman who just blew up her entire world for me. "You gave up everything. Your family. Your safety. Your whole fucking life."
"I know."
"There's no going back from this. You understand that?"
"I know." She reaches up, her fingers tracing my jaw. "I don't want to go back."
"Then let me show you what that means to me."
I undress her slowly, reverently, pressing kisses to each inch of skin I reveal. Her collarbone. The curve of her breast. The soft plane of her stomach. She shivers under my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, and every sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
But this isn't about me. Not yet.
I want to worship her. I want to show her with my body what I can't find the words to say.
When she's finally bare beneath me, I sit back and just look at her. Auburn hair spread across my pillow. Flushed cheeks. Kiss-swollen lips. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"You're mine now," I say, and it's not a question. It's a vow.
"Yours," she breathes.
I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple between my lips while my hand slides between her thighs. She's already wet — so wet — and when I push two fingers inside her, she moans my name.
"That's it." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her back arch. "Let me hear you. No one's going to interrupt us. No one's going to make you leave. You're staying right here, in my bed, for as long as I want you."
"King—"
"And I'm going to want you for a long fucking time."
I work her with my fingers while my mouth moves down her body, kissing and licking and biting until I reach the place I really want to be. I spread her thighs wider and look up at her.
"Eyes on me."
She lifts her head, her gaze finding mine, and I hold that connection as I lower my mouth to her pussy.
She tastes like heaven. Like everything I never knew I needed. I lick her slowly, thoroughly, savoring every whimper and gasp and broken moan. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I fuck her with my tongue, as I suck her clit and make her scream.
"King—" She's tugging at my shoulders, pulling me up. "Stop teasing. I need you."
I don't make her ask twice.
I surge up her body, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My cock is aching, desperate, but I take my time. I notch myself at her entrance and push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as I fill her.
"Look at me," I demand.
Her eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with pleasure.
"This," I say, sinking all the way inside her. "This is where you belong. Right here. With me. Understand?"
"Yes." Her voice breaks on the word. "Yes."
I start to move. Slow at first, deep and deliberate, letting her feel every inch. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I groan against her neck.
"You feel so fucking good." I groan against her neck. She drags her nails down my back in response, pulling me deeper.
Something primal roars to life in my chest. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, faster, the bed frame slamming against the wall with every thrust. She meets me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take me deeper, her moans turning to cries that echo off the walls.
"Mine," I growl against her ear. "Say it."
"Yours."
"Say my name."
"King—"
"Again."
"King!" She's screaming now, her nails raking down my back, her pussy clenching around me. "King, I'm going to—"
"Come for me. Come on my cock, Demi. Let me feel you."
She shatters.
Her whole body convulses, her pussy gripping me so tight I can barely move. She screams my name, over and over, and the sound of it pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and come harder than I ever have, spilling inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
We stay tangled together in the aftermath, both of us breathing hard, neither of us willing to move. I'm still inside her, and I don't want to leave. Don't want to break this connection.
"Stay," I murmur against her hair.
She laughs softly, a tired, satisfied sound. "I already told you. I'm not going anywhere." A pause. "Couldn't even if I wanted to."
I roll to the side, pulling her with me, tucking her against my chest. She fits perfectly, like she was always meant to be here.
"What happens now?" she asks quietly.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Now, you sleep. Tomorrow, we figure out the rest."
"And my father?"
"We'll deal with your father." My arm tightens around her.
She's quiet for a moment. Then: "I love you."
The words are soft, sleepy, almost like she doesn't expect me to hear them.
"I love you too," I say into the darkness. "Now sleep. I've got you."
She's asleep within minutes, her breath evening out, her body going soft against mine.
I stay awake a little longer, watching her in the dim light, this woman who chose me over everything she knew. Who walked into enemy territory to save my life. Who gave me something I didn't even know I was missing.
This is going to start a war.
Worth it.