Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 59

His lips never left mine.

Even as his body shifted, even as I felt the heavyweight of him pressing lower, even as the blunt head of his cock nudged insistently at my entrance, Maximus kept me captive beneath his mouth. He swallowed every shaky breath, every desperate whimper, every moan I tried to release.

It was maddening-because the moment I would’ve cried out, the moment my voice would’ve broken from the sheer rush of pleasure, he devoured it. My sounds belonged to him.

My nails dug into his shoulders, desperate, as I felt the thick crown of him push against me. Just the pressure alone had my breath stuttering, my body instinctively tensing. He was too big, impossibly thick, and yet wanted-no, I needed-every inch of him.

The veins along his cock pulsed against me, hot and rigid. He hissed low, the sound vibrating into my mouth as his jaw clenched. His entire body shook with restraint.

“Stay still,” he growled against my lips when my hips shifted: The command was harsh, guttural, but his hand slid tenderly into my hair, fingers brushing the damp strands away from my face. The contradiction unraveled me-brutality in his voice, gentleness in his touch.

I whimpered, trying to answer, but his kiss deepened again, swallowing the sound whole as he pushed.

The stretch burned.

The blunt head breached me slowly, my walls straining around the impossible width. My lips tore from his as I gasped, but he caught me again, not letting me speak, not letting me beg. His tongue pushed past mine, claiming my mouth with the same relentless pace he used to claim my bady.

Tears pricked my eyes from the intensity, from the raw sensation of him forcing me open.

He only gave me the head.

Only that.

It was still too much.

Maximus-” I tried to cry against his lips, but he pressed harder, swallowing the sound, muffling it with his mouth.

had no voice. No choice. Just him.

And then-l asked. No, I pleaded. “More.”

The word barely escaped before he gave it.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he eased deeper, his cock stretching me further with every deliberate push. His teeth ground together as he fought for control, every muscle in his body rigid, trembling. I felt the strain in him as much as in me.

I cried out when he pushed past the fragile barrier inside me. The pain ripped through me, sharp and burning, but it was laced with a wave of heat so overwhelming it left me gasping.

My scream was swallowed by his kiss, his mouth covering mine, his tongue soothing the pain he’d just caused. His hand cradled the back of my head, stroking, grounding me.

I clung to him desperately, shaking, my nails raking his back as I tried to process the shocking mixture of pain and pleasure.

He didn’t move.

Not an inch.

For a man the world feared as a monster, Maximus was still. Gentle.

Patient.

His lips trailed over my cheeks, my temple, my throat, each kiss soft and careful, nothing like the brutal force of before. “Breathe, little one,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low, ragged. “Let your body take me.”

I tried. Goddess, I tried. My chest heaved, my body quivering as l adjusted to the thickness of him. He wasn’t even fully inside, and still it felt like he filled me beyond capacity, every inch of me stretched and burning.

When I finally loosened, when my body accepted the intrusion with tess resistance, I arched against him. My voice was shaky, desperate.

– “Move.”

His eyes flashed-dark, hungry, but still cautious. “Emilia…”

“Please,” | begged, my arms wrapping tight around his neck, anchoring myself to him. “Iwant it. I want you.”

He groaned, a sound torn from deep in his chest, raw and feral. His hand pressed lightly to my stomach, as though to steady me, to remind me of the overwhelming fullness inside me. His breath came ragged against my ear as he shifted his hips, pushing deeper.

The slow glide of him nearly undid me.

My eyes rolled back, my lips parting in a moan he immediately stole with another kiss. He swallowed every sound, keeping me caged beneath him as his cock moved inside me inch by inch, careful,

More heat. More stretch. More of him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging his mouth back to mine.

“Harder,” I breathed against his lips. “Don’t hold back.”.

His groan was guttural, his kiss savage as he obeyed.

His thrusts grew brutal, pounding into me with raw, desperate need.

Each slam of his cock made me see stars, my body tightening, trembling, unraveling beneath him. His fingers found my clit, circling, pressing, relentless.

The pleasure detonated inside me.

I shattered, screaming his name against his lips as my body convulsed violently. My vision blurred, my world imploded, and still he fucked me through it, his cock pistoning in and out, his body unyielding, merciless.

He was close. I felt it.

His breaths came harsh, his body trembling above mine, his lips crashing over mine as though he could consume me whole.

And then-he moaned. Deep, raw, broken.

Heat flooded inside me, hot and overwhelming as he spilled himself deep, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with release.

We collapsed together, tangled, trembling, breathless.

But when his eyes met mine-dark, wild, still burning-l knew this wasn’t the end.

No.

The look in his eyes promised more-more hunger, more possession, more of the monster and the man entwined in him.

And 1 realized, with a shiver running through me-

We were just getting started.