Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 131

Emilia’s POV

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Coutdn’t do anything except feel him.

Maximus was inside me again, deeper than should’ve been possible, and the stretch burned so good I saw white behind my eyelids. He had my knees pinned to my chest, my body folded in half beneath him, and every brutal thrust slammed the air from my lungs in a broken scream.

“Harder,” I heard myself beg, voice wrecked. “Please, Maximus-harder

He snarled, hips snapping forward so violently the headboard cracked against the wall. Skin slapped against skin, loud and wet, his fat cock driving into me like he wanted to split me open. My pussy fluttered around him, already swollen and oversensitive, but he didn’t slow down.

He promised he’d ruin me, make me sore for days, leave me unable to walk straight, and he wasn’t joking.

I was going to feel him for a week.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, eyes glowing that wild gold. “Taking me like you were made for it. My perfect little queen.”

I couldn’t answer. My mouth opened on a silent scream as he shifted his angle and hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. Stars burst behind my eyes. My nails clawed down his back, leaving red lines, and he hissed in pleasure, thrusting even harder.

He dropped his head and crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing every cry. His tongue fucked into my mouth the same way his cock fucked into my body-deep, possessive, relentless. I tasted myself on him, tasted us, and it made me clench around him so tight he groaned into the kiss.

Then he pulled out suddenly, just long enough to slap the thick head of his cock against my clit-once, twice, three times-sharp and stinging and perfect.

“Fuck!” I jolted, back arching off the bed.

He slammed back in without warning, bottoming out in one brutal stroke, and I screamed his name so loud my throat went raw.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice feral. “Scream for me. Let the whole fucking castle know who you belong to.”

His eyes flashed brighter, pure molten gold, and something inside me snapped wide open.

“Do it,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise. “Mark me, Maximus. Please. I need it. I need you.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His head dropped to my neck, mouth hot and open against my skin. I felt his fangs graze my skin-sharp, dangerous, perfect-and then he sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface. My whole body lit up like a live wire.

And then he bit down.

The pain was instant and white-hot, but it melted into pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe. His teeth sank deep, claiming me, marking me, and my pussy clamped down on him like a fist. I came undone-screaming, shaking, squirting around his cock as he growled against my throat and pounded into me even harder.

I felt everything. The bond snapping into place. The heat of his mouth.

The stretch of my body around his. The way he swelled inside me, thicker, harder, right before he came with a guttural roar, flooding me so deep I felt it in my soul.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked the mark slow and deliberate, sealing it, making it permanent. The sting turned into a low, reverent hum against my skin, and something wild and rose up inside me.

My teeth ached.

1 did.

We came together-hard, violent, perfect. My pussy milked him in waves, pulling every last drop as he roared and held me so tight l çouldn’t breathe. I collapsed on his chest, trembling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how intense it was.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing.

Heavy. Ragged. Synced.

His hand came up slowly, calloused fingers brushing damp hair from my face. Then he cupped my cheek, thumb stroking gently over my swollen lips.

“I Love you,” he whispered, voice raw. “So fucking much.”

My heart stuttered.

“I love you too,” I breathed, tears spitting over. “So much it hurts.”

He smiled-soft, real, devastating. Then pulled me down into a kiss that was slow and deep and tender. Nothing like the feral storm we’d just been. This was worship. This was forever.

When he pulled back, his eyes were warm gold again, sated and happy and so full of love I could’ve drowned in it.

He brushed his nose against mine.

“You’re officially mine,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. “Forever.”