#Chapter43

ISABELLE’S POV

I moan loudly as the king continues to thrust inside me. I roam my hands on his back. “Ahh… Plea-se”. I moan. My mind is unable to think anything because of so much pleasure. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks making me arch my back. Just when I was going to reach my climax, he slowed down his pace.

“Tell me, Isabelle, that you are mine. Say it”. The king orders.

“I am-m yours”. My words are incoherent because of the pleasure. His slow pace but long thrusts is not giving me time to think. Just when I say these words, he pushes himself...