The Savage King

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Authors: Michelle M. Pillow
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still. His tone was concerned, but his lips didn't stop their achingly torturous movement against her flesh.
    She shot forward, forgetting everything as she turned her mouth to capture his. She kissed him hard and long, moaning in pleasure. He growled into her mouth and she breathed in the sound of it. Her hips moved, urging him to thrust.
    To her surprise, he slid deeper still until his hips were seated flush against hers. Every fiber inside her being reached for him. She arched, pressing her stomach and breast to rub against his heat. He moved, slowly at first, as he worked his body in a tantalizingly precise rhythm against her. He took it easy, driving his hard shaft in shallow thrusts until she got used to his size.
    Fire and tension pooled in her hips, stoked to a fevered pitch. Her cries of pleasure joined his softer grunts, as she squirmed for more. She tried to hook a leg around his back. With a growl, he grabbed it and slung her knee over his shoulder, opening her wider to him. The tempo of his hips built, faster, harder, digging into her, rocking in and out of her warmth in long strokes, until they pushed against each other in searching need.
    Kirill lifted up. She watched his muscles, swimming wonderfully erotic beneath his skin. He was perhaps the most beautiful man she'd ever seen--rugged yet refined. His dark hair tickled her breasts. Her arms strained. She wanted desperately to touch him, but her bonds were too tight.
    "Oh, my! Kirill!" Ulyssa screamed into the bedroom as she neared her rocky climax. Suddenly, an earthquake let loose inside her skin her she shook with the force of it. Her whole body tensed, helpless against the tides of passion.
    Kirill's yell joined her, just as loud and violent as he too stiffened. He froze like a glorious statue above her, his body tight, his mouth opened wide, the cords of his neck strained. Her passage clenched him, spurring on his release, milking the seed from his body.
    As the tremors subsided, Kirill fell forward. His elbows braced his weight so he didn't crush her. Playfully, he licked her cheek before rolling off her. Within seconds, he had her hands untied and was massaging the feeling back into them.
    Ulyssa watched him, weak and in awe of his gentle strength. He said nothing as he dropped her hands and pulled her into his chest. He held her to him, curled intimately around her naked body.
    She felt the hard length of him pressed protectively to her skin. Her head nestled onto the crook of his arm and her back stretched along his strong frame. His knees bent forward into the backs of hers. A strong arm draped over her waist and his fingers wrapped possessively around her soft breast, over her heart. She'd never been protected before, not even as a child. It was a strange sensation, one she didn't want to dwell on.
    Ulyssa felt Kirill's breath deepen in sleep. She shivered, staring out over the dimly lit bedroom to the closet door. She knew that the balcony was there, beyond the window. She wondered if she could use it to escape. Never had she just slept beside a man once she'd gotten what she wanted out of him.
    Her heart beat fiercely against his warm palm, pounding so hard it kept her awake. But, great sex or no, she would never be a King's whore. A strange ache built in the pit of her stomach. He was by far the best lover she'd have had.
    * * * *
    The next morning, Ulyssa stole some clothes from Kirill's closet and slipped from his house well before dawn. The palace halls were quiet as she made her way. She was still lost, but the idea of being trapped forever within the palace as a mistress stiffened her resolve to escape. She would belong to no man, even if that man was a King.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Kirill stretched his arms over his head, arching his back against the mattress. With a half smile forming on his lips, he sighed in contentment and reached over to pull the warm female body back into his embrace. He'd slept better than he had in a

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