Soon enough, the only thing going on in Bella's head was wedding bells and letting Leonard steal a few kisses from her when no one was looking- The Ice Queen.
I was trembling.
I bit my lip but ended up crying out in pure pleasure, waiting for Erik to say the words.
Or do something.
I writhed underneath him and opened my eyes to look up into his golden irises, silently begging him for what I needed the most.
The King's lips tipped up with mischief, a wicked glint in his eyes and posture.
He knew what I wanted.
And he was going to make me beg.
"What's wrong, Desiree?" He asked, slipping his manhood in between my soaked folds.
My core was practically hurting with excess, abundant hunger.
"f**k me already, please" I begged, a whimper slipping from my lips as his tip touched my aching
