Yes, your Majesty,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. She was really in pain.
“This makes it a lot easier,” he said. She didn't understand what he meant and just when she was about to ask him, he drove into her, rougher and faster than he did the first time. He wasn't even pleasing her. He was only giving her nothing but pain.
This is far from all that Elena had imagined her first time to be. She had imagined nothing but roses and flowers. She had imagined her mate making love to her under the moonlight, while the birds of the air watched them. She had imagined that he would be gentle with her, not the way King Williams was taking her like she was a hooker he met for the first time.
“Please, you are hurting me. Slow down a bit,” she pleaded, but he turned deaf ears to it.
