King of the Seditious
Surrender to Me

His stomach clenched as he arched up.

“Do it.” She ordered in her sultry female voice.

“No.” He forced himself back. His head thudding to the ground so he could watch her. “Not until you do.”

He followed her vicious lead. Guiding her hips more roughly forward and back until there was a sheen of sweat coating her body. A rivulet trailing into her cleavage and down her soft belly. Her fingers were flexing into his chest as she gripped him like searching for something to cling to. He flexed his ass to lift higher into her until he felt the barrier of her furthest entrance.

She tossed her head back. Red hair falling down her back in a curling mass that brushed his fingers on her hips. Her breasts jutted. The pink crests turning to hard pinpoints. Her inner walls clenching him like a hand massaging him. Growing fiercer in its grip as she came closer and closer.

“Give it to me, Murah.” He growled. “Give your body to me. Surrender.”

“I…I…” She was breathing raggedly. Making those beautiful white breasts bounced as she struggled to speak. Her slender throat working.

Snarling, he caught her and rolled her onto her back. Sinking into her further and watching her vulnerable under him. With no way to escape him pleasuring her. He stroked his length in and out of her. Her body clutching at him.

His lean body was honed for physical exertion and he drove into her. Taking them to new heights. Eventually catching her delicate wrists and pinning them to the furs next to her head as he slammed deeper. Making her croon in her throat. Forcing her pelvis deeper into her bed in his roughness. Her legs wrapping him as she yearned for more.

Never feeling like she has enough. But he savored her greed. Always wanting to feed her physical hunger. Or any hunger she has, for that matter.

She was molten female. Writhing beneath him. Moaning as she tried to escape her ecstasy, not wanting to surrender.

Wanting me to come first.

But he refused. Using his vast stamina to ride her until she could take no more.

Her body arched beneath him. Snapping into a ‘v’ to press her breasts to the flat plane of his. Her body vibrating where they were connected. And she jerked forward and back spasmically. Vibrating around him. Purring in her throat as she came.

He felt the hot surge of her climax soaking his rod.

“Yes.” He dropped in a push up over her to tuck his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Teasing his nose in her hair. Enjoying the smell that was uniquely hers.

A scent I’ll never tire of.

“Good Girl.” He said appreciatively. “Nothing is hotter than when I’m in you. Watching you ride the waves of pleasure. You want me woman. You always have.”

She abruptly shoved his chest. Tossing him aside.

He landed on his back next to her. Chuckling softly.

He knew he’d be frustrated he hadn’t finished in her later, but for now he was savoring that he’d taken her to satiation. Triumphed over her inner fight with herself.

He crossed his hands over his belly, looking at the ceiling. “Come back to me.”

“You know I cannot.”

“You choose not to. You could if you wished.” His voice was soft in his argument.

“Why won’t you just talk to me? If you desire me so much. Be open to me.”

He shook his head.

“Why!” She cried. Rolling to her side to glare at him.

“You know why.” He examined his hands. Rubbing a cut on the back of one. “You just want to hear me say it, so you can fight with me.”

She seethed quietly.

Because I’m right.

“You’re upset because you can’t control me.” His tone was quiet. Factual and he let his head roll to level his look on her.

“No!”

“You are, Murah. You’ve had it tough, and you think it’ll be safer to love me if you can control me. So, you can be reassured I’ll never hurt you.” He gave her a pointed look. “I will hurt you. It’s who I am.”

She gasped in outrage. “How can you say you’re mine but then, in the same breath, say you’ll hurt me?” She demanded.

I’m not talking apurpose! What does she mean? He knew instantly.

She often talked about her fears.

And he saw no reason to acknowledge them because he couldn’t fathom lusting for any other woman.

“Are you talking about fidelity?” He shot her a dark look.

“You know I am!”

“It’s foolish for you to worry on that.” He said flatly. Looking back at the ceiling again as he didn’t wish to see the pain on her face. Knowing emotions would run rampant if he looked there and he wouldn’t know what to do.

Nothing I can do to take that pain away.

“No, it’s not!”

“It is!” He hissed. Insulted. “When I said I was yours. I meant it!” He pressed against the bed to roll violently to his side to face her. Leaning to put his face into hers. “There’s no woman or man that will change that!”

He was nose to nose with her. So close they exchanged breaths each time they spoke.

“Do you lie with other women?” Her voice quaked with fear.

He scoffed. Never.

“I don’t desire other women!” He felt his temperature rising.

I’m getting pissed. He knew he needed to calm down before he raised his voice to her unduly.

She’s scared and shouting at her won’t appease it.

“Don’t raise your voice to me!” She shot out. Leaning forward in challenge. Completely heedless how arousing it was that when she moved her lush lips nearly moved against his.

I still want her. I wasn’t done.

“There’s no reason to do that. I was trying to talk to you. I know, I know, such a sacrilegious thing!” She flailed her hands dramatically.

The hint of amusement teased his lips.

She had the strange ability to make him smile even when he had no intention of doing so.

But she’s right. I don’t need to raise my voice to her. I’m only doing it because I want to be kissing her.

He could practically taste her again already. Knew she’d be soft, pliable. If he kissed her, she’d fold under him and welcome him warmly yet again.

And I could finish inside her. Feel her. Connect with her. Possess her as mine.

Then hate me all the more tomorrow. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. He leaned away from her. Sitting again. The muscles in his arms jumping with his readiness to take action.