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Gripping her hips in his hands, he looked up and found her eyes hot on him. "You like that?"

"Y-Yes," Danika panted.

He did it again. He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips where he held her, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him.

Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn't deny, and he knew now, his craving for her would never go away. Damnation.

Wanting more, the King trailed his fingers up to the silk of a nipple and tugged at it, running it between his fingers and thumb until it turned into such a turgid little peak that it almost drove him crazy.

She made the mewling noise in the back of her throat again and lifted her hips, begging him for more. He complied, trailing his hand back down, and with his teeth tugging a