Her hands shook where she gripped his shoulders and her thighs trembled. He was completely inside of her now, his face buried against her skin, his breathing ragged against her ear.
He lifted her by the hips and pushed her relentlessly down to take him. Again and again. She whimpered as butterflies hit her tummy from the sensations of the stroke of his shaft.
Slowly, the pain abated with each plunge until it became a dull ache. A tiny moan escaped her throat as he continued the steady slide of her body on his, his moan vibrating her trembling body.
"Danika...." He groaned as he pumped her again.
Her name on his lips caused electricity to spark through her body. "My king..." She cried against him, pleasure building in her body.
If he noticed that she referred to him as 'My King' instead of 'Master', he didn't let on. He could only groan as he pumped her roughly, up and down.