Chapter forty nine

Emily’s POV

I was a teary and sobbing mess, my body still shaking from the series of orgasmic spasms I had endured in less than 24 hours prior to having just experienced a full, hot, wet, dirty, and sweaty lovemaking session with the king.

I was sure I was going to pass out from overstimulation if he fucked me more, I could swear of it and yet I wanted all of it, my body and soul had never experienced anything like this, it came alive under his touch the way nothing ever could, and I wanted everything this man had to give me, even if it meant losing myself in a haze. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and incredible. And I thought I had known pain before.

“Hey, hey, hey…” He cooed sweetly as he placed his hands on either side of my head and gently pulled me towards him. “Why the hell are you crying so much?” He sounded genuinely worried.

How do I explain to him that it was entirely tears of joy and that he had nothing to worry about ? How to tell him that no one ever made me feel thi