The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: One Hundred & Five

"Does it hurt?" he asks, teasing one inch, two, before slamming home again.

Tears roll down my cheeks. "Yes."

"Good."

Lucien fucks me with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting the gods. As if his very existence depends on it. Through the glass, I see him watch every nuance, every detail of every expression.

We don’t have sex. We become it.

Not the tender or rough, fleeting kind humans like to place names to, but something truly elemental. And for the first time, I think sex is something that should indeed be sacred. Because no one should have this kind of power of anyone.

Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, like dark alchemy, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Lucien sates my needs. Fuels it. Sates it. Ignites it. Sates it. It feeds the monster inside, calms it, encourages it and then leashes it into submission. It’s a never ending cycle.

I want it to end, only because I know if we keep at this, there’ll come a time where I get addicted to it, where his very smell makes me his mindless whore.

But I don’t want it to end, either. Because he’s like a drug in my blood and I’m so damned high. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

My thighs slap murderously against his, the pain twisting sharply like a knife, entwining with something so sweet, so sinful, I mewl my next breaths.

Already mindless, I think as my eyes cross, a string pulling tight in my stomach.

"Open them," he growls.

And I know that every time I see a sword stand, I will remember what it feels like to be fucked against one. Every time I see a mirror, I will see my breasts, red and swollen, glistening with sweat, bouncing as I am slammed over and over into that broad back. I will see the hunger for him in my eyes. I will see the realization stricken across my face that I’ll never be done with Lucien. It’ll never be a one-time thing, or just-sex. I will see that he has broken me, not in the way my spine arches at an impossible angle, or my shoulders are one more vicious pull away from being wrenched from their sockets, or the way my thighs are spread so far apart, I know I’ll not be walking out of this hall myself, or the way he wraps my hair tight, twice around his fist, wrenching my body back solely by the strands.

No. He has broken me in a way that no man will ever be able to touch me right. He has broken me in, in the way the owner of the falcon breaks in his bird.

And when I am unable to form a single thought around the spasms of my inner muscles contracting and milking out yet another orgasm, he pulls out of me.

And what ensues is the filthiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

He yanks the chain off the steel pell, and I start to sway forward, legs spindly, but he grabs me off the stand and forces me to my knees before him. One fist remains in my hair, forcing my head back to stare at every large inch of him, and the other closes around his shaft, stroking.

His head is cocked to the side, silver brow delicately pinched together, eyes taking in my lust addled features. He exhales in steady measured breaths, and the amount of control I see in his eyes, now fully violet, as bursts of thick-white cum splays all over my lips is incomprehensible.

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