Chapter 106

“Hold on to me,” he growled.

She made a little noise in her throat that almost sounded like a squeak, but she obeyed, gripping his forearms with her hands, and wrapping her ankles around his calves. The headboard slammed the wall as he moved rhythmically, and his manhood claimed her femininity. Each push was fast and deep—almost violent—as he grunted and bottomed out in her, burying himself balls-deep with every thrust. She went from crying out to wailing as he pounded her and pounded her until there was sweat running down his back and into his eyes from his hairline.

She feared that he’d break her in half. This time around, he might truly break her in half.

Danika wondered how it was possible that a man who rarely talked and was always so emotionless could be such a wild lion in bed?

He hit her dead-center, and she sobbed incoherent words, her head thrashing on the bed. Her hands gripped him tighter with each pound of his hips. King Lucien ran his hands up