King's Possession

by Stone, Piper

  I doubted that my bride would ever forgive me if that happened.

  When I engulfed her nipple, her moan floated into the night sky. I could feast on her tender flesh for hours, even days. I swirled my tongue, taking my time to enjoy the moment. As I took her hardened bud between my teeth, biting down, her moan became a strangled cry.

  Genevieve clung to my shoulders, her chest rising and falling. Just the sight of her long neck and elegant features created a burst of rocket fuel. To have her in my arms was a spectacular ending to an amazing evening. “Mmm…” Every purr she made echoed in my ears, every dig of her fingers into my muscles forcing a rippling effect.

  I brushed my lips to her other pebbled bud, flicking my tongue back and forth, watching her lips as they pursed then twisted.

  She shifted back and forth, grinding her bottom against my rock-hard cock. When she laughed, the sultry sound filtering into the night air, I issued several growls in reply. Reaching behind me, I grabbed one glass, taking a sip then another, yanking her head upright and pressing my lips against hers.

  A whimper managed to slip past her lips as the cold liquid flowed into her mouth. I darted my tongue inside, enjoying the way the bubbles fizzed inside. The kiss was sweet, a gentle reminder that I could take anything I hungered for.

  Shuddering, she continued to press against me, her fingers caressing roughly, her moans becoming louder.

  I yanked her head down several inches before pouring a string of champagne down her chin, the trickle finding its way down her long neck. My sounds animalistic, I dragged my tongue across her jaw then down her pulse of life, licking the remnants of liquid. The taste was like a flowerpot of honey.

  “Are you hungry, my beautiful bride?” I asked as I struggled to return the glass to the edge of the pool.

  “Yes.”

  “Then show me what you crave.”

  While she didn’t respond at first, I could tell she’d reached her own boiling point. I let go of her hair, running my fingers down the long strands. She slowly lifted her head, taking shallow breaths as her eyes darted back and forth across mine. A mischievous smile crossing her face, she ran her open hand down my chest, taking her time before dipping it under the water.

  “Are you toying with me?” I asked, keeping my voice low and husky.

  “Isn’t that what you prefer?”

  “I think you know better.”

  “Then you’re going to have to learn.”

  Forever challenging my authority; this time, I found it enticing. “We shall see.”

  As if in rebellion, she swirled the tip of her finger around my cockhead, the touch so light, it was almost lost in the rippling water.

  My breathing ragged, my focus fading, I allowed her to play for a full minute, teasing my sensitive slit then wrapping her hand around the tip. Every time she squeezed, a growl pushed up from my throat. Her reaction was priceless. She was unable to suppress a giggle.

  I hated the fact I’d taken an innocent woman, yet I wouldn’t change a damn thing. While she remained my nemesis, she’d also become important to my way of life.

  My possession.

  My pet.

  Quite possibly, my obsession.

  When I couldn’t take it any longer, I slipped my hands under the water, lifting her several inches.

  “No fair,” she mewed.

  “Who said I was fair about anything?” When I slipped my shaft just past her swollen folds, she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes.

  “Why do you do these things to me?”

  “What things?”

  “Make me crazy. I can’t want you. I don’t want you. But…” As she lowered her head, clinging to me as she’d done before, I could feel her internal struggle, the hatred she felt for herself as our chemistry increased every minute that we were together. This was a pure sin.

  Against nature.

  Against man.

  Against God.

  But that no longer mattered.

  I brought her down with enough force that water sloshed over the edges. Her squeal was my justified reward. The feel of her muscles stretching, taking every inch of my throbbing cock was incredible, pulling the beast from his lair. Her scent of desire filled my nostrils, pushing me to an entirely different level of longing. I lifted her again until only the tip remained inside.

  “You are bad,” she whispered, tossing her head from one shoulder to the other, her breasts bobbing up from the water.

  “You have no idea.” As I brought her down again, she gasped for air, clamping her pussy to the point a shiver skated down the length of my body.

  She shifted forward, shoving her body against me as she rocked hard. The feel of her knees as she smashed them against my legs boosted the electricity, the current dancing like a live wire. We were both on edge, uncertain of what the future would bring.

  But in this moment, there was only tonight, a fantasy that could be erased at any time. I would never be able to shove aside the foreboding sensations I’d lived with my entire life or the weight of the need for protection. I could never explain the true danger facing both of us that would remain for all our lives. She was right.

  How could anyone live this way?

  “Mmmm…” Her purr brought me back to the moment, the shimmer dancing along her porcelain skin even more beautiful in the candlelight. If only this little bit of paradise could remain within us.

  As she bucked against me, I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping both. The weight of them in my hand was amazing, the white-hot heat searing my fingertips. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she concentrated on what she was doing, driving me into a primal state.

  My growls were low and husky, yet continuous as I squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I wanted her to feel pain, the kind of anguish that would plunge her into a place of ecstasy. I hungered to give her every kind of bliss, even if that meant breaking down the rest of her defenses.

  I would break her, molding her into the woman that was hidden inside, the one who craved experiencing all the dark and depraved proclivities that had seemed so foreign to her.

  And I wanted to share every moment with her.

  What the hell did that make me?

  “Do you like pain, Genevieve?”

  She dragged her tongue across her lips, her eyes glazed over, her actions more ferocious. “I don’t… know.”

  Her answer was another drop of her pureness. I twisted her nipples until she threw her head back, trying to stifle a scream.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her body shaking, I could tell she was close to an orgasm.

  I dropped my head, biting down on one of her nipples, still making commanding sounds.

  Whimpering, she fisted her hands, pounding them against my chest as she rocked hard and fast.

  “Come for me, Genevieve. Obey my command.”

  There was no argument, no hesitation. As her pussy muscles clamped and released several times, the scent of her sweet ambrosia becoming stronger, I continued abusing her nipples, shoving my own needs aside.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” She shook violently as she erupted, gasping for air.

  “That’s it. Let it go. Come on my cock just like you’ve craved all day.”

  She became a wild woman, shifting back and forth as a giant wave pushed over her. Fisting her hair, I jerked her head down until her lips were centimeters from mine. I had no intention of coming, not until I was finished with her.

  “Oh, God. I…”

  “Hear me, Genevieve. You will never be allowed to leave. You belong to me. Mine to taste. Mine to take. Mine to fuck. And mine to own.”

  Before I captured her mouth, I heard the two words she whispered in an agonizing tone, the sound still full of despair.

  “I know.”

  And those two words almost crushed me.

  Chapter 8

  Genevieve

  “Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s
breath.”

  Eve Glicksman

  Passion.

  There was a burning passion within the man who’d captured me, a need so intense that it took my breath away. There was also a vibe of danger that would never leave, a hunger for darkness that he couldn’t shove aside, nor did he want to. Both sides of the man terrified me.

  I’d longed for a strong man, a kind soul with the kind of unforgiving nature that would pull the yearning from deep within my soul. Lucian had already managed to do just that, only I couldn’t fathom spending years with someone who paraded his ruthless nature, pretending as if a monster wasn’t lurking in the shadows. The hunger that excited every sense of my being also reminded me that I was nothing but a caveat of his increasing wealth. That alone kept me from getting too close.

  I refused to allow my emotions to take over.

  Yet as he pulled me out of the pool, wrapping the softest towel over my shoulders before lifting me into his arms, I knew I’d continue to have an internal fight. My will to survive was strong, but as the man wrapped his arms around me, cradling my body against his chest, I almost lost my resolve.

  He remained completely naked and I could still feel his warm body even through the thick layer of material. As he carried me inside the suite, his eyes never left mine. There was so much emotion in them, although there remained a barrier against his soul.

  I honestly didn’t know if he even had one, his required duties shrouding him with darkness and hate. Somehow, I knew there was a softer side, even though I’d only seen glimpses. Was I a fool to think I could bring out whatever good remained within him? I wasn’t certain I wanted to know the answer.

  The suite had been prepared for our arrival after dinner, every need attended to. Several lights had been turned on, the ones that would create the perfect ambiance for a happy couple. There were even rose petals on the bed, the bright red and warm blush colors filtering over almost every inch of the comforter. Candles had been lit, strawberries and chocolates in giant silver bowls. Every inch of the suite was beautiful in design, luxurious in every manner.

  And I’d never felt so out of place.

  Even the clothing my new husband had selected was items I’d never choose for myself. Every piece sensual, the soft flowing material and vibrant colors suited my personality, but not my behavior. Yet I’d chosen a scarlet red dress for dinner, pretending I was the king’s queen, as if that was even possible.

  I hadn’t expected the romantic dance or the way he’d held me in his arms. Maybe I was prepared for the brutal savage instead of the man hiding behind a mask of his own.

  His exotic scent filtered into every cell in my body as he eased me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The man smelled of rich spices and a deep musk, as if his cologne had been infused with hints of a forest. Even as he gazed into my eyes, his stare more piercing than before, I refused to fall for him, doing everything I could to deny the cravings from every inch of my body.

  As his nostrils continued to flare, he peeled away the towel covering me, peering down at my naked body as if he’d never seen me before. His cock remained at full attention, his chest heaving. Even his fists were clenched, tension riding every inch. I was surprised he was being so gentle, another glimpse at the second man inside.

  When he crawled onto the bed, planting his hands on either side of me, I sucked in my breath. Was he going to tie me to the bed, forcing me to do his bidding?

  He said nothing as he opened one of his massive hands, slowly lowering it to my face as he spread out his fingers. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to control my breathing, ashamed that my nipples remained fully aroused, my pussy juice still trickling down the insides of both thighs. The fact my body had betrayed me over and over again was unacceptable. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, longing to see exactly what he was going to do, apprehension and excitement churning in my stomach.

  The air around us seemed suffocating as he lowered his open hand, placing just the tips of his fingers against my face. With deliberate moves, he slid his fingers down, moving to my neck, his scattered breathing the only sound in the room. He continued his exploration, shifting his hand to my chest, the touch so delicate that it created flutters in my heart.

  The larger than life man tilted his head, taking several deep breaths as he slowed his progress, finally swirling the tip of his finger around my bellybutton. I was breathless, swallowing several times as the combination of desire and fear became almost crippling. The sensations popping along every inch of my body were all consuming, pushing me to a higher level of need.

  “So perfect. So innocent,” he breathed as he rolled his fingertips down to one leg, the touch becoming rougher. A sly smile crossed his face as he shifted to my other thigh, tracing circles and zigzags for several seconds. Then he gathered my legs into his arms, bending my knees and pushing them against the comforter.

  I was wide open for him, so exposed. Even if he’d seen all of me before, the intimacy of this moment was entirely different. I didn’t want to care about him.

  But I did.

  I didn’t want to hunger for his touch.

  But I couldn’t avoid the raging desire.

  I refused to accept my required obedience.

  Yet I had no resolve to fight him.

  The brutal man had already changed me, and I hated myself for it.

  Remaining on his knees, he hunkered over, blowing hot air from my tummy down to my slickened pussy. I remained unblinking, my heart hammering. I folded my arms across my chest, as if covering my aching breasts mattered.

  As expected, he shook his head. “Never cover yourself from me. Lift your arms over your head.”

  A part of my mind screamed to disobey him, but I followed his orders, raising my arms over my head.

  “Good girl.” He repeated his actions, blowing a swath of scorching hot air across my skin. I tingled all over, clasping my hands together as his fingers dug into my skin. “You’re so wet.”

  “Yes.” My teeth were chattering but not from any chill. The adrenaline rush that had taken over collided with the round of anxiety, stealing my ability to breathe without gasping. I wanted to relax, to enjoy every moment of our night together, but an innate sliver of fear remained furrowing deep inside. If I surrendered to the man, what would that make me?

  Lucian lowered his head, darting his tongue back and forth across my stomach, his eyes never leaving me. The heat continued to build, becoming explosive. I struggled to keep my arms over my head, fighting my urge to clamor out of his hold, racing into the darkness.

  When he flicked his tongue around my clit, a pent-up moan slipped up from the darkness of my being. My body continued to tremble, my heart skipping several beats.

  His grip tightened, his fingers digging into me. The second he slid the tip of his rough tongue down my pussy, gathering strings of my cream, I let out an intense cry that seemed to please him.

  Fuel him.

  Excite him.

  He growled, the sound resonating into the space around us before burying his face into my wetness.

  “Oh. Oh…” Unable to stop the scattered gasps of pleasure, I intertwined my fingers together, tossing my head from side to side, clenching my eyes shut. Goosebumps popped along every inch of my skin, my body tensing. I realized within seconds I was arching my back, forcing my legs to open wider.

  He continued licking, taking his time to cover every inch, every guttural sound he made fueling my arousal. His actions became rougher, his tongue slipping inside. I was pushed into a beautiful world of bliss, no longer able to breathe.

  Then the dazzling moment of rapture stopped altogether. A cold chill shifted down to my toes as I struggled to focus, biting back not only a moan but words to beg him not to stop. I barely had time to try to pull myself together before he eased onto his back on the bed, forcing me to straddle his face.

  “Oh… What?”

  “Suck me, my bride.”

  As he lifted my hips, holding my
pussy just over his face, I couldn’t stop the nervous laugh from erupting or my body from shaking. Yet my hunger took over, the sight of his thick cock, the pearl beads of pre-cum highlighted in the dim lighting making my mouth water. When I crouched over, he brought my pussy down to his face, resuming his savage feast.

  I took his cockhead into my mouth, sliding my tongue across his sensitive slit, savoring the flavor of his cum. I was famished, longing to have him explode into my mouth. There was nothing more I wanted than to drink every drop of his sweet cream, licking his shaft until every inch was clean.

  He moaned from beneath me, his legs tensing as I sucked on the tip, using my strong jaw muscles to cinch around him. When he drove his tongue all the way inside my tight channel, I was forced to take several deep breaths. My heart racing, I took his cock down another inch, then another, swirling my tongue from side to side. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, relaxing my throat as I pushed down on his shaft.

  The way he was licking me, pulsing his tongue inside was incredible, bringing vibrant flashes of light across my periphery of vision. For a few glorious minutes, I was pulled into a vacuum, shoving aside the rest of the world, pretending that this could last forever.

  As a climax rushed into my system, I clamped down even harder, my body rocking forward and backward.

  “Yes,” he growled as he squeezed my bottom, driving his tongue in harder and faster.

  There was no way to hold back, the orgasm spilling over me like a giant tidal wave. “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Every sound pulsing from my lips was guttural, breathless. I was lost to the pleasure, no longer able to concentrate.

  But my hunger for him prevailed. I returned his shaft to my mouth, taking him all the way down, squeezing until he issued a moan of his own. I knew the man was close to coming.

  Sadly, I didn’t get the chance to taste him, his desire holding something else entirely in his mind. He rolled me off, leaning over me, his eyes twinkling.