Chapter 3: Fast, Hard, and Deep

THE PAIN quickly disappeared that it almost became a memory as ecstasy followed right after. Zackary lifted me and wrapped my thighs around his waist. In a blink of an eye, we were already inside his quarters. He pinned me against the wall, his tongue was stroking mine, gently at first, as if he was trying to calm me down.

I could push Zackary away. I could try to fight until he recovered his senses, until he was back to being sane again. Because there was no way that someone like him would hold someone like me.

But the instant he took me in his arms, I was suddenly reminded of the reason why I stayed in this domain even when I shouldn’t.

Seconds later and Zackary must have realized that being slow was not his thing. He tore my clothes and underwear while his mouth was still on mine. He was assaulting my tongue and was touching me in places no one had ever seen or touched before. I shivered when I realized that I was now completely naked before him.

But the coldness didn’t last long. Zackary made sure of that. My body burned with his every caresses. He left my mouth only to continue his exploration somewhere else. He licked and bit my neck, not enough for it to bleed, but enough to make me crave for more of his touch and kisses.

“Zachary…” I whispered as I held onto his shoulders as if they were my lifeline.

He growled like a starving devil while he held my breasts in his palms. I could feel the tips hardening the more he touched them.

“Say my name again.”

I smiled. No one had ever called his name before. If only he was not in his rut, his soldiers would have already sent me to the dungeon for the disrespect I just showed to their king. And if this was the first and last night that I’d get to call him by his name, then I’d do it again and again.

I cupped his cheeks. “Zachary…”

He squeezed and tugged my nipples in response. My breathing hitched. It stung, but it felt unbelievably good. Every time he would touch me, there was a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

“More, Zachary,” I begged.

Our eyes met. His eyes were still red, but it didn’t look as terrifying as before. He took my eyeglasses and threw it away before removing my hair tie. In an instant, my hair fell over my shoulders.

He looked at me with fire in his eyes that made me blush. Did he like what he was seeing?

“Lovely, just lovely,” he said in a hoarse voice as if he had read my mind.

My heart pounded. I was yet to recover when he suddenly put me down and bent his knee in front of me. I gasped. Am I seeing it right? The King… just kneeled before me. If his subordinates were to see him like this, they would surely faint.

Did he do this to the women who came in his chambers, too? Was he always this gentle? But somehow, it was hard to imagine a man as dignified as him doing this again and again to different women. They said the King was a beast in bed, yet, somehow, with the way he was gently caressing me, I find that hard to believe.

I didn’t even know that a tyrant like him was capable of such gentleness.

But then, it couldn’t be just me. I couldn’t be the first woman he acted this way with. Who was I anyway? I couldn’t even tell if he could recognize me as his secretary or if he was just seeing me as someone he desperately needed to feed on.

My face burned from shame when I caught him staring at my dripping flesh. “Please stop staring.”

I was about to close my thighs when he stopped me. “Don’t.”

“But-“

“It’s beautiful. I’d never seen a meal as beautiful as this. Thank you for the meal. I’ll enjoy it to the fullest.”

Zachary didn’t give me the chance to back away when he grabbed my buttocks. And then I felt his soft and warm tongue messing with the sensitive bud above my opening. He grazed his teeth over it before licking it and rubbing it in hard, little circles. I arched my back and shut my eyes by the sensation it had brought all over my body.

I didn’t know that foreplays could be like this. Now I know why all the women the King had fed on ended up begging for more each time. I couldn’t understand why they would want to be devoured all over again. I was wrong. There wasn’t pain. Just raw pleasure, the kind that only this King could bestow.

I couldn’t even feel that Zachary was feeding on my energy since I felt it was only natural for my knees to go weak because of what he was doing to me.

“You taste so sweet, Kate,” he whispered.

So, he knew it was me, after all.

When my knees trembled and I couldn’t stand anymore, he put my thighs over his shoulders. My soft flesh was now very much exposed before his eyes. And he didn’t seem to mind as his fingers parted my folds. And then he pushed his tongue inside me which made me tremble and had me screaming for his name.

Even when I came, his tongue didn’t stop. He continued assaulting me down there that I felt like I’d lost my mind.

I was panting and sweating when he finally released me. And just when I thought it was over, he carried me to the bed and took his clothes off. My throat went dry after seeing his body. The women he bedded called him their evil god, they worshipped his body and looking at it now, I could understand why.

Even with those eyes and fangs, the king was perfection. I gulped when I saw his thick, hard length. I could see its veins and ridges. It looked terrifyingly beautiful.

And tonight, it was mine. The King… was mine.

He climbed on the bed and claimed my lips. I could taste myself in his kisses, but I couldn’t let go as his tongue probed deep in my mouth. This time, he seemed to be in a hurry and without warning, he slid his shaft inside me.

He took me fast, hard, and deep.

There was a slight pain, but Zachary had made me forget that as he engulfed me in his heat. And together, we were lost in the ecstasy of the moment.