The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

wrapping around his hips automatically. He leaned in and bit
my bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth. “Say it, Addie.”
“Say what?” I was already finding it hard to breathe and
we hadn’t even started doing anything.
“You want to get fucked by your king. You want me to
bury myself deep inside that wet little cunt.”
“God.” I moaned, throwing my head back. His mouth was
on my neck, licking, sucking, as he drove his erection into
me over our clothes. “Please.”
“Say the words, Adeline.” He bit the side of my neck. “Say
it.”
“I want to be fucked by my king, please.” My voice was
shaky, unsteady.
Elias walked me over to the bed and threw me down on it.
It wasn’t a comfortable bed in the least, but comfort was
forgotten the moment Elias’s lips met mine again. We kissed
like starved teenagers, begging for more with each lash of
our tongues, each clash of our teeth, biting, tugging.
“Please, Eli.” I pulled away momentarily, holding his face
in my hands. “Please. I can’t take much more of this.”
“How much did you miss me?” he breathed against me,
his gaze serious on mine, as if his life depended on my
response.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
“Good.” He pulled away and unbuttoned his pants,
pulling them down until he was exposed to me.
He wasted no time in pulling my dress up and ripping my
panties o and discarding them quickly. I knew this
wouldn’t be a long, slow night, but a fast and satisfying one.
We were both too frenzied, too desperate for each other, to
drag it out.
“Tell me again, Addie.” He positioned himself between
my legs. “Tell me you missed me.”