350 Draven Aramis...You Monster...
Ember’s legs suddenly lost their strength to stand, and she had no choice but to lay her upper body against the desk, her hands firmly holding onto the corners just so she wouldn’t accidentally crease the precious map in front of her.
Draven gave her several breaths’ worth of time to adjust to his invasion before he pulled out and thrust again.
“Ugh…”
Not a single word of protest left her mouth this time as this second thrust hit a sweet spot, overwhelming her senses, making her forget the reason why she was here in the study in the first place.
p AndD nOve1.cO,m What learning how to read a map, what finding clues about her identity–all these vanished in the heat of the moment.
All she could feel and think was what he was doing with her. The rational part of her mind tried to protest, but her body was being honest. Way too honest, in fact.
“You are not focusing on the map, Ember?” Draven whispered against her sensitive ear. Again and again, the man pounded into her, and she felt herself stretch for him repeatedly.
‘Focus? What the…’ she cursed in her mind as her mate continued to take her from behind. Moaning along with his every move, Ember repeatedly tried to steady herself against the desk, but it was as if all her limbs had gone soft with pleasure.
Ember felt her body giving up. From her hands, she got on her elbows, and she was far too lost in lust to care about the map. All she knew was that she wanted to keep up with her overbearing mate.
“Seems like you are no longer interested in learning how to read maps anymore,” she heard Draven’s remark in between pants, and felt his hand tighten his hold on her waist to keep her steady.
There was a difference between hearing and listening, and though Ember heard his teasing words, she was unable to comprehend their meaning. In her ears, there were only the indecent sounds of flesh hitting flesh and her wild moans. She thought of nothing but wanting to reach that sweet feeling of reaching the peak, and at the moment, she was riding the waves of pleasure spreading across her body.
“Draven, ahh, move a bit–” She wanted him to go faster but the remaining self-dignity she had left made her hesitate. She couldn’t be that shameless. Minutes ago, wasn’t she telling him not to do it? How could she be so thick-faced to take back those words and encourage him now?
“You still don’t want to see me?” he asked, his voice restrained as if he was trying to hold back.
With her face pressed flat against the desk, her cheek crumpling the map under her, she could no longer withstand it.
“I-I…want to…”
Before she realized what was happening, Ember was flipped on her back, and she was staring face to face with her handsome mate. He had turned her body around and she was now sitting at the edge of the desk, with him standing between her parted legs. She had barely understood the situation when he pressed her against his body, using one hand to make her legs wrap around his waist.
“Draven!” she screamed again when he thrust his manhood hard inside her, filling her to the brim in one swift movement. Her hands clutched his shoulders and her head was thrown back at the immense feeling of fullness. With one final thrust, Draven let out an animalistic grunt, and together, they found their release, causing her mind to float in the clouds.
As they tried to catch their breaths, he continued to hold her limp body tenderly, nuzzling her neck. He then heard her weak voice, “D-Draven, that’s it. We should stop with a single round this time.”
She didn’t want him to overdo it and leave her body on another mandatory bed rest for the rest of the day.
Draven held her tightly in his arms as his eyes flickered with hidden emotions.
“We…” he stopped, as if reluctant to finish the sentence, but in the end, he still said the rest within his mind, ‘…might not get this chance again.’
“Hmm?” she asked in a daze.
“We cannot stop like this,” he replied, changing his words. “Bear with me for a while more.”
As if Ember could sense the turmoil inside him, she moved her head back which was resting against his shoulder. However, by the time their gazes met, those red eyes of his looked the same as usual, cold and emotionless.
‘Was I wrong? For some odd reason, I thought he felt…scared.’
Draven caressed her cheek gently, only to let out words of warning.
“Today, you can see and feel nothing but me.”
His dangerous intentions were clear in his eyes and his voice. She shivered, whether in fright or anticipation, not even she knew.
“You cannot…D-Draven–“
All her protests were once more buried under the loud moans and lewd cries that echoed inside the King’s study.
The entire hallway outside the King’s study had long been emptied and no one dared come to this part of the palace. Any guest who arrived to have an audience with the King had to return without meeting him and were guided to meet the Commander of Warriors, Divine Eagle Morpheus.
That day, Ember learned about the interior of the King’s study in a way she had never expected, discovering how one room could look differently depending on which nook and cranny one was laying, sitting or standing.
When she woke up after a long sleep due to her exhaustion, it was already the next day. The bright rays of the late morning sun were gracing the chamber.
Lying on the bed, her hazy gaze gradually realized the view of the ceiling was different. She was not in her own bed. Her sleepy brain was jolted awake as her face burned red in shame.
‘From his study to his chamber, that, that man!’
Ember could not help but inwardly shriek as she remembered every little shameful thing they did, not forgetting how he made her beg for release, only for him to arouse her again and again until she passed out.
From afternoon! Till night! That man! Did! Her!
Her entire body felt like a broken toy. She let out a silent scream of frustration, clenching her fists as she glared around the empty bedchamber.
Unable to get out of bed, Ember could only shout in a hoarse voice.
“Draven Aramis! You monster! Don’t you dare come in front of me!!!”