Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 11

He crossed the room in long, powerful strides, heading to the massive king-sized bed in the center of the room and slowly laid me down without breaking off.

He hovered over me as his eyes stared deep into mine like there was something he was looking for. I couldn’t help but swallow and I didn’t know if it was from fear or desire, maybe both.

But there was just this look in his eyes I couldn’t explain.

His lips crashed down on mine again without warning and I moaned, wrapping my arms around him.

The rational part of my brain was telling me, girl, do something or this would be the last night you would ever see, but the part that wasn’t thinking drew him closer until his chest was pressing against my hardened nipples.

There was nothing soft about the way he was kissing me. It was just pure claim, a man who knew what he wanted and went straight for it.

His hands started roaming my body, fast and impatient as he squeezed my breast and I arched into the bed.

Was this it? Was this how the women felt when he touched them? It felt so good you wouldn’t even want to fight him. Have they really fought? Have they even tried to stop him? Because the way he was kissing me, touching me…I didn’t want him to stop.

His hardness pressed into my folds and I threw my head back in pleasure, almost breaking the kiss but he didn’t let me as he grinded into me, groaning at the feeling.

His lips finally left mine when I ran out of breath as he started kissing down my neck, his tongue occasionally darting out to suck and I felt arousal dripping from my core.

This was shameful. I should be thinking of a way out of this, not enjoying it.

His hand came up to the tiny strap of the dress and before I could think it through, my hand shot out, instinctively and stopped him.

“What?” He growled, eyes filled with desire and impatience. “Suddenly realized you’re scared of me?”

I shook my head as I wrapped my arms around myself. As much as I liked my body, others didn’t. And I’ve been teased about it all my life.

I don’t know why I was even hiding myself from him, it might be my gateway to escape tonight. The moment he sees my body he’ll be disgusted and send me away.

But still, a part of me was conscious about myself and was worried about how he’d react to seeing my body.

Especially since he’s the first man to touch me like this.

It didn’t make sense at all.

The king studied me for a while before wrapping his hand around my wrist and trying to pry hands off my chest, and I shook my head desperately, but he ignored me.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He warned as he removed my hands from my chest and they fell by my sides and I quickly averted my eyes.

His hand moved down until he reached the hem of the dress and my breath hitched when he pulled it up and started bringing it up to my body.

He took off the robe and the gown and I was left with just the tiny panties they gave me.

I tried to cover myself again but he growled.

I didn’t want to look at him and see the look of disgust in his eyes

Until the unexpected happened.

His lips covered one of my nipples, and I gasped-loudly.

It wasn’t delicate.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was possessive. Hot. Wild.

The kind of touch that made you forget your own name.

I arched into him before I could stop myself, fingers gripping the sheets as he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud until I whimpered.

Goddess, I’m going to die. But if this is how dying feels like then I’d just die.

He sucked harder and I felt like I was going to pass out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He moved to the other nipple without pause, dragging his teeth lightly across my skin as his hand cupped the one he’d just left, his thumb brushing it in slow circles that made my toes curl.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to fall apart beneath him, but it was useless. I was unraveling, piece by piece, beneath every press of his mouth, every graze of his hand.

And then his hand moved down, slipping into the waistband of the panties I was wearing, and I felt the lightest touch on my clit. In that moment, it felt like I was going to unravel from the tightness coiling in my lower belly.

I tried closing my legs with his hand in-between them but he roughly opened them, his fingers slipping into my wetness.

My hips jerked on instinct and the action made his fingers go deeper into me.

I’ve never felt anything like this. His tongue on my nipple, his fingers buried inside me curling just right.

Everything felt too good.

I should stop him, goddess I wanted to but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I found myself moaning wantonly, my hips grinding against the movement of his fingers.

His thumb robbed on my clit and I tried to pull away because of the sensation that traveled through my body but he held me down.

I took every stroke, every lick, every movement of his fingers, his tongue until I was a moaning mess.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I shattered as a scream tore through me but he didn’t stop. He sucked harder, fingered me faster and I tried to pull away but couldn’t, because of his weight on me.

“Your Majesty,” I hissed in pain when he suddenly bit my nipple so hard it hurt.

“Wait…stop…” I cried out as I pushed at his shoulders but he continued sucking, continued licking like a man possessed.

“You’re…hurting me,” I moaned in pain hitting his shoulder but he suddenly held my hands and put them above my head and when his eyes looked up to me, my heart sank.

Staring up at me weren’t his blue eyes. But black hollow, emotionless eyes.

And then I understood.

This was it.

The pleasure comes before the pain.