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

his other hand, he reached between us and began to rub
circles over my clit.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He threw his head back, biting
his lower lip, his hands continuing to move as relentlessly as
his strokes.
I was so close. So close. I could feel the orgasm building
deep inside me, begging to be let out. He brought his gaze to
mine, hazy, seductive, completely lustful, and let go of my
nipple, bringing that hand to the nape of my neck and
pulling me into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth
wildly as he moved inside me, his fingers against my clit. It
was all I needed to go over the edge, and he followed quickly
behind. We were panting breaths and heaving chests against
each other as we lay there, in the king’s bedchambers, where
so many before us had made love and history. It was
exhilarating and daunting all at once.