Squeak, creak, squeak went the bed. With two bodies rocking and colliding into each other and the smacking sounds forever more growing louder, audible to be heard outside the four walls. Has he been like this before? Was there any woman in the world that could make a King like him growl for desire to let his deepest darkest lust come forth to play, is she the only one that brought it out of him? The locking of lips, wrestling of wet pink muscles granted her hips to slowly rolled into him, the slow rocking of her hips back and forth, milking the thick meat that mercilessly drew the whimpers and groans from her. At the new position, the angling of the underside caressing the sweet spot that made her hips shifted, conflicted to drew away or push more into the firm body that screamed shield.


The chiseled chest pressed against her back, his fingers wrapped around her throat sent to have her head tilted back to grant him the ability to SEE how he got to her. The almond hues hidden behind sealed lids, rumbling in her throat mumbling under her breath that left her gasping when the perked nipples were the attention. Each tweak sent a surge down to the bundle of nerve that peeked from the hood that kept it cloaked for the time being. Covering his hand with her own, scratching at the back of his hand gripping tighter onto his hair, hell she felt like she was on cloud nine with him. Head spinning, sensory deprived all being the main focus on him. Faster and harder the thrusting became the closer she was getting, the built up pressure building in her pelvic made her sensitive. She could tell he was growing closer to with how he throb and the quicken pace of hips smacking her rear a nice shade of pink probably instead of the olive tan that was normally there.

A slight shift of the bed, was it about to give out on them? No that didn't matter, no thoughts could come across her mind properly, not without it getting ripped from her thoughts with the stirring of his hips, digits grasping and squeezing her neck and rolling her nipple betwixt his hold. Fuck fuck fuck, holding back was becoming harder to do, was it that or was it the fact that the orgasm was going to be heavy and quite messy. Would the wicked games continued after this night? Would they be able to understand which eye contact meant the need to be fucking like animals from silent gestures to have a conversation without the knowledge of others with just facial expression? Stopping the kiss her body went forward and she tightly gripped onto the bedding, raking the rest of the way down the moans slowly climbed in pitch. Oh was he about to see her orgasm? Did he make her have an orgasm? "Ah, shit..." Her voice came out forced before her wailing high pitched and her body tensed, spurts of her nectar splashed and caked her inner thighs some may have escaped and stained his lower abdomen where the v shaped lead to what brought her to be a mess for the night.

Yes, high from the lust not ready to come down even with the lost track of time was it closer to dawn now? Would they sleep until noon and continue on with their journey? Is she sleeping in his room to be limbs tangled and bodies drenched in sweat enjoying each other's warmth and bask in the moment they shared?