She feared that he’d break her in half. This time around, he might truly break her in half.
Danika wondered how it was possible that a man who rarely talked and was always so emotionless could be such a wild lion in bed?
He hit her dead-center, and she sobbed incoherent words, her head thrashing on the bed. Her hands gripped him tighter with each pound of his hips. King Lucien ran his hands up her sides and focused on her breasts. He loved the way they felt in his hands—perfectly round globes of soft skin and pebbled n*****s. He pulled at them and wanted to suck on them more, but he liked the pace inside her way too much to temper it.
Pleasure was zinging through his body—more than he’d had in as long as he could remember.
And he only wanted to pound her harder. The urge rode him hard
