My King
His hand run up her thigh, her breath hitched at his teasing action. Her eyes trailed up his body taking in every inch of his well-defined build. There was something in his eyes, something that reminded her a childlike playfulness as he explored her body. He never changed; he was the same adventurous boy who craved to explore, to conquer, and to change the world.
However now he was a king, a man whose one gaze on her heated body could set her on fire, a fire that only he could control. A loud moan left her pink lips as he thrusts himself into her waiting body, making her almost lose it from the feeling of pleasure. His touches, his kisses, the feeling of his hips meeting her own… no man could compare to him.
"Sinbad~" she purred out his name as his lips found their way to her blooming breasts. His tongue moving expertly as it teased her already sensitive nipple, taking it into his mouth. Though he never forgot its twin as his one hand toyed with it, squeezing her breast and his fingers toyed with her other nipple, pinching and pulling on it lightly as he wished. She wanted to touch him, though he prevented her by holding her hands above her head in strong hold.
A small smile danced on her flushed face, as expected from her kind of King. He took everything he wanted leaving nothing for someone else to have.