Lilah's POV
Pressing my face into the pillow, I moaned loudly. Luckily his room had good soundproofing, otherwise I wouldn't know how to face the occupants of this wing of the palace again, most especially my stylist and her assistant. They would surely hear me moan and know we are doing something inside here.
Bennett pulled back almost all the way, before he thrust back into me with so much force that I struggled to breathe. He f****d me relentlessly, and I met each thrust with raw need.
"f**k," he swore into my neck. "You feel so f*****g good."
I clenched around him every time he slammed back into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His controlled strokes lost their control.
"You're mine!" he growled into my ear, his breathing harsh. "No longer Bennett." Right?" His stout voice
