Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 101 – 110

BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 101 – 110

Emeriel sobbed. Three fingers felt like ten, her pleasure magnified.

He prepared her meticulously, prodding and stroking, pushing her to the brink of insanity. Trembling uncontrollably beneath him, Emeriel felt feverish with ecstasy. It was too intense. She craved more.

“Take me, please,” her desperate plea was muffled by the sheet.

She tried to wiggle, but he leaned forward, his weight holding her still. He continued to prepare her, slowly adding more fingers, stretching and teasing, until more cries escaped her parched throat, loud in the cottage. The crescendo built, and Emeriel teetered on yet another orgasm.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers. She felt the familiar hardness of him poised at her entrance, letting out a drawn-out moan at the sheer pleasure as he thrust home, burying all of him inside at once.

Feeling him there was weird, yet pleasant. Stuffed to the brim. Withdrawing, he plunged in again.

“Yesssss,” she panted, “More.”

In short, hard thrusts, King Daemonikai owned her in a way she’d never thought was possible. It was almost too much, every nerve-ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.

Her core throbbed, flowing with so much liquid that Emeriel was beginning to think she might be a nymph. Only a sea nymph will gush this much liquid, right?

Apparently, even Sirens.

The grand king began a rhythm that had her either making incoherent, unintelligible noises, or singing like a canary.

Loud cries and prolonged moans reverberated through the air, mixing with the filthy slap of skin against skin.

In a distant part of her mind, Emeriel knew she should have probably felt ashamed. She was a lady, yet here she was, moaning like a seasoned whore.

Begging for more of his sweet member. Pleading to ravish her until she was lost in the heavens. This behavior defied every standard of etiquette. It was utterly unladylike.

Yet, shame was the farthest thing from her mind as she screamed to the top of her voice.

The full-heat truly do act as a protective cloak, only shielding her from shyness and shame, but also unleashing the most wanton part of her. It felt right, to want him this way…unabashed. Uninhibited.

Emeriel was exactly where she belonged, right under this male. Her Alpha. Her Beloved. Mine.

She was his to command. Pinned beneath him, unable to move except to take the strokes he gave, she was his to own. And he did not hold back.

Emeriel screamed as she erupted into another blinding orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes so much, she feared they might pop.

He deepened his thrusts anyway, even after she collapsed against him. Each stroke drawing low, guttural groans from him. Emeriel could listen to those sounds all day. They were a different kind of addiction.

His hand captured hers, pinning them on either side of her head as he lowered his face beside hers, his breath mingling with her own, and truly fucked her life away.

“It feels…much,” Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet. She was wrecked.

“I know, young princess,” he murmured, and she felt a kiss on her nape. “I know.”

Ohgod. Sogood. Toomuch. Goodgoodgood…!

Another orgasm tore through her, so cataclysmic, Emeriel could no longer discern where one sensation ended, and another began. Her voice rose to a hoarse shout, escalating into a scream so loud it shook the walls of the cottage.

He plundered her into the bed, stabs after stabs of overwhelming bliss following every thrust. Emeriel soared through the skies, and swam in the deepest seas, her body twisting and jerking uncontrollably.

“You’re doing so well, princess,” he praised, brushing the strands of hair from her sweat-dampened face, his face so close to hers, exposing her entire expression to his watchful eyes. “Such a pretty little slut for my dick, aren’t you princess?”

BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 101 – 110

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