Riding The King

Riding The King
Ivy’s POV

When I was done wrecking him with my mouth, his fingers trailed down my neck, teasing the marks he’d left behind…bites and scratches that made my pulse hitch. I shivered, leaning back into him, and he whispered, “Mine.”

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured against my ears and I shoved him back into the bed, settling myself on top of him.

“Not yet,” I whispered, a sly smirk tugging at my lips. “But I’m thinking about it.”

He raised a brow, catching the fire in my eyes. “Oh?”

I tore his shorts off with one pull and he raised a brow in excitement.

The smirk on his face was feral, anticipatory. He leaned back, hands on my hips, letting me take the lead. I gripped him, rolling my hips slowly against him, tasting, teasing, dragging him along. His low growl vibrated through the bed, sending shivers down my spine.

“You feel that?” I whispered, sliding my hands up his chest to his neck. “All of this… you’re mine to command now.”

He arched into me, hands clutching my waist, biting down on his bottom lip as I guided him. I rode him slowly at first, letting him feel every inch, every movement. Then faster, deeper, more insistently…marking my own territory in the way only I could.

He groaned, muffled against my shoulder as I pressed my mouth there, biting, nipping, leaving my own marks. “You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his hands clutching my thighs as I set the pace, the rhythm, the control.

“Good,” I whispered back, biting the sensitive skin along his neck. “You needed a reminder.”

I leaned forward, grinding harder, whispering filthy, possessive words against his ear. He didn’t resist…he surrendered entirely, letting me take what I wanted, moving perfectly in sync with my commands. The pleasure coiled tight and fast, and I felt him twitch beneath me, holding back until I gave the signal.

When I finally let him go, he groaned loud and deep, spilling into me as I held steady, savoring the power, the control, the raw connection. We collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing, tangled sheets beneath us.

I pressed my cheek against his chest, breathing him in, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of him, the scent that was ours alone. “Finally,” I whispered. “Our time.”

He kissed my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. “Finally,” he agreed. “And we’re just getting started.”

I shifted slightly on top of him, chest pressed to his, tracing the marks I’d left last night with my fingertips. His skin was hot under my touch, muscles still tight from the hours of our first night. He let out a low, raw sound when I leaned closer to his ear.

“You ready for round… fifteen?” I whispered, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.

He laughed, pressing a hand to my back. “You’re insane… but yes. I can’t say no to this. Ever.”

I smirked, rolling slightly to straddle him fully, hips hovering before dropping down. His hands tried to take control, sliding along my waist, but I shifted, guiding his hands back to my thighs. “No,” I said firmly, “this time, I decide.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest made me shiver. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his collarbone, biting softly, dragging teeth along the tender skin. Marks bloomed in my wake, little trophies of possession.

He shivered, head tilted back, letting me move, letting me take control. “You’re… relentless,” he breathed.

“Exactly,” I said, leaning down, lips brushing his jaw as I whispered, “I want you to remember… who’s in charge this time.”

I set the pace, slow at first…watching every reaction, every shudder. Then faster, sharper, commanding. His groans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the walls. Every bite I pressed into his skin, every nip along his neck, was a declaration…mine.

He tried to protest with words, but I silenced him with a sharp kiss to his mouth, then back to his neck, teasing, biting, marking. He arched into me, pressing back as if to assert himself, and I laughed against his skin. “Not yet, mate,” I whispered. “Patience. This is my turn.”

Hands slid down to his chest, gripping, holding him, making him focus on me. He growled, tugging at my hair, but I let him feel the tension…my control, my dominance. I leaned back, grinding slowly, feeling every shiver, every pulse, until he was groaning helplessly beneath me, completely at my mercy.

“Cum for me, Alpha,” I whispered, teeth sinking briefly into the soft skin of his shoulder. “Show me how much you love having me as yours.”

His body tensed, shuddering as he spilled again, hands clutching my hips, his head falling back as he roared my name in a deep, possessive sound. I rode him through it, keeping my rhythm, holding him, marking him with small bites along his chest and neck.

When it was over, we collapsed together, tangled and sweaty, breaths heavy and hearts racing. I pressed my forehead to his, murmuring against his lips, “Finally… our reward. And I’m not done yet.”

He smirked, half-lidded eyes glittering with heat. “Neither am I, Luna. Neither am I.”

We stayed like that for a long while, bodies pressed together, hands roaming, kisses stolen, bites leaving little reminders of the night. The connection…the possessiveness, the ownership, the trust…was absolute. And for the first time, I felt like we could conquer anything together.