The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: XVI

Valka

I straddle him, cage him between my thighs and sit straight as I disrobe. His eyes are near glassy as he watches me pull at the ropes.

The silk gives around my skin and it falls open, revealing my red chemise.

Lucien swallows, his gaze burning a line of heat along my neck, down to my nipples poking through the soft material. His fingers twitch on my waist but he keeps them there.

I reach for the hem of my gown and take it over my head. It lands in a pile somewhere on the ground behind me.

Leaning forward, I place a palm over his heart. It’s racing. It always races for me. It’ll never stop racing for me. And I bring my lips so close to his, I can taste the sweet mint of his breath. "For your eyes alone, sire."

His eyes flash with dark amusement, his mouth curving into a small smile as I straighten, purposely letting my pussy rest against his groin.

I reach up into my hair and run my fingers through the strands it a little dance I might have found silly if Lucien’s eyes weren’t already on fire. I let my head drop back, arching my spine so that it leaves him with a spectacular view of my breasts. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

My fingers run down my neck slowly, circling lightly then tightening until I let out a small whimper, like the thought of being choked by him makes me wet.

It does. I can already feel the heat gathering between my legs, trickling down to his own skin.

Further down, my hand travels until I am cupping my breasts and pressing them together. I lower my head then and find Lucien’s eyes dark, his pupils blown wide.

I lick my lips, then I bite them as I squeeze tightly on each nipple, giving them all of my care and love and attention, in the same manner Lucien normally would.

"Valka," he says, voice strained.

I feel his cock throbbing, twitching impatiently as it swells and tents harder, pressing hard against my inner thighs like it is merely making a demand that I make way for him.

"If you keep teasing me like that, I just might impregnate you again."

It is a rather valid threat, but I’m past the point of caring if I having his seeds pumped into my very blood stream. My blood pounds viciously in my ears and I can’t hear a single thing past the pressure gathering between my legs, begging for more. So much more.

With one hand, I hold both breasts together and trail a line down my stomach, down the apex of my thigh and I brush aside his cock, burying my middle finger inside me.

I gasp. He groans, shifting to accomodate me. I’m so wet, the impact makes a wet slurpy sound and my finger falls out by itself. Again, I plunge my finger into my core and curl.

White explodes behind my eyes and I let out a dark moan.

Lucien could easily overpower me like this, but I know he won’t. For one, he loves to watch me do this to myself, to bring myself to the very edge of that precipise. That edge where fingers feel inadequate, where the emptiness throbs in my core, begging for friction and pressure.

He snatches my wrists and pulls them far away from my body. And in a split second, I find myself underneath him, the delicious weight of his body pinning me down and my wrists trapped above my head.

"You fucking tease," he cusses, settling himself between my legs, nestling closer until the thick ridge of him is lined deliciously against my center.

I giggle and wink at him.

His response is pushing in an inch. The burn is ecstatic. I gasp and he slaps his hand over my mouth, pressing my teeth against my lip as he pushes in another veined inch.

I let out a muffled cry, eyes rolling back in my head. He leans back on his haunches to watch himself ease back in and out of me with that rapt fascination you would have thought he’d have gotten weary of in the last few years, but it’s the same every time.

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