She pulls subconsciously at the cuffs, wanting to touch him, but she grips the headboard harder as he lifts her hips and slides inside of her. He's hard and ready and his groan draws one from her own lips. The length of him feels perfect, they fit together as nothing else does. Her excitement jumps at his words, so eager to feel him, to have him all to herself, for him to be as pleasured in her body as she is. It's not just the fact she knows he loves her, it's that she can feel it in his soul as well as his touch.
"My king, my heart, I want everything you have and more," she whispers, resisting the urge to break the cuffs. "I am yours to do with as you please."
The last words are part of the game, but the love behind them, the trust, all that is real.
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Date: 2025-06-07 05:22 pm (UTC)"My king, my heart, I want everything you have and more," she whispers, resisting the urge to break the cuffs. "I am yours to do with as you please."
The last words are part of the game, but the love behind them, the trust, all that is real.