One Night With The King(Updated Everyday)

One Night With The King(Updated Everyday),

"Open your eyes for me please. Let me see the d.e.s.i.r.ed in them." Lucius pleaded as he took her lips again. He had felt his own climax when she did. Her screams sending unending waves of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to his c.o.c.k. He had come fast and hard with a groan of his own and now he feared that he had hurt her. "Please." He pleaded again when she didn't respond.

She was so deep in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that she couldn't hear him. He felt an overwhelming happiness that he had given his soul mate that much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. But he needed to be sure that it was indeed p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. He wanted to do right by her. He wanted her to tell him that she loved this.

Monica opened her eyes slowly tears falling from it as she did.

"Tears of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e?" He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer. Monica couldn't speak and she knew it. She didn't even try to speak her voice was clogged as so many emotions ran through her, the most outstanding being intense p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

I must enter you now." he warned her begging for permission. He didn't want to hurt her.

She nodded in understanding but she knew as much as he did that gestures weren't enough. A promise came softly from her lips as she spread her knees wider for him." Take me because from this moment I'm yours."

Settling between her legs, he balanced on his forearms. He shook with anticipation and need. His body was coiled, his c.h.e.s.t on fire, his heart now a mallet swinging inside his c.h.e.s.t. "By the great sun, it has never been like this."

"Never?" Monica asked still in a cloud of her own d.e.s.i.r.e.

Her body had begun to writhe beneath his. Her s.e.x smelled so sweet and beckoning. Lucius wanted to suckle her again going low but his other needs were too great.

"Never."

Much to his surprise, he felt his invisible binding tendrils release from his shoulders and arms, his legs, even his b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. He had felt this when he kissed her in the forest and when he was alone with her in the dining. Every time he saw her his body craved to be bound to her, there was no resisting it.

"What is that sensation?" she asked. "Like fingers rippling over my skin."

"The invisible binding ropes. I am so sorry, Monica I have waited for you for such a long time a century to be precise. The prophecy promised me a soul mate one who would be bound to me. I have waited so long to feel this p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e my people who have been bound to their mates felt. I want this my body cannot resist it. My body feels a need to bind you to me I can't control it."