CH. 23

When he found her sweet spot, her body responded with a jolt, her eyes flying open to meet his gaze. The king's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger that was all too human, and yet she felt no fear, only a deep, primal need. His teeth grazed her neck, his sharp teeth, a reminder of what he truly was, but the love in his touch made her feel safe, cherished. He slid his tongue along her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin, his mouth moving with purpose to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Penelope's breath caught as his cold mouth closed around one, the sensation jolting through her body like a bolt of lightning. She moaned, her body arching upwards, desperate for more of his touch. His other hand found its way to her thigh, his thumb stroking gently, the promise of what was to come. The king's mouth traveled lower, his kisses leaving a trail of cold fire across her stomach. He paused at the edge of her undergarments, his eyes seeking hers for permission. Penelope's breath was ragged, her chest heaving with desire, but she nodded, her voice lost to the passion that was building within her. With a flick of his wrist, the fabric was gone, revealing her most intimate flesh to the chilly air. He leaned in, his breath a cool caress against her dampness, and she felt the tip of his tongue touch her, a gentle exploration that made her shiver. His touch was feather-light, teasing her folds and circling her clit, the stark contrast of his coldness against her heat making her hips buck.

The king's mouth worked her with a rhythmic precision, his tongue delving into her warmth as he sought to give her the release she craved. Penelope's moans grew louder, her breath hitching as she felt herself climbing towards the precipice. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he licked and sucked with an urgency that mirrored the ticking clock outside their chamber. With a final, desperate gasp, she shattered, her body convulsing in ecstasy. The king's eyes gleamed with triumph and hunger as he watched her come apart, his own arousal growing with each spasm that rippled through her. He knew he could not wait much longer, his own need demanding to be sated. He rose from the bed, his erection jutting out from his breeches like a marble statue's, a stark contrast to his otherwise lifeless form. His eyes never left hers as he slowly unbuckled the leather that contained him, revealing the cold, hard length of his manhood. Penelope felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she took in his size, the knowledge that this creature of the night desired her, a living woman, humbling and terrifying her in equal measure. The king climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid despite his monstrous form. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. She met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of passion and defiance. He was her husband now, her protector, and she would face this new chapter of her life with courage and love.

With a deep breath, Penelope spread her legs wider, inviting the undead king into her warmth. His coldness sent a jolt through her as he settled into place, his size making her gasp. Despite her fear, she felt a fierce pride that she could bring such pleasure to a creature so powerful, so feared. The king's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of pain or rejection. He had promised to be gentle, and he would honor that vow with every ounce of his being. He pushed into her slowly, his movements deliberate and measured, watching her face intently for any sign of discomfort. The coldness of his shaft was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, but she took him in, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Penelope's teeth clenched as she felt the pressure build, the fear of his size warring with the desire that had been kindled by his earlier ministrations. She took a deep, shaky breath, willing herself to relax, to accept him fully. The king's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of tenderness and hunger, his every movement a silent reassurance that he would not hurt her. "You do not have to be so gentle," she whispered, her voice a breath of warmth against his cold skin. "I am yours, and I will not break."

The king's eyes searched hers, the blue glow in them dimming slightly as he took her words to heart. He leaned in, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip as he pushed into her more deeply. Penelope gasped, her nails digging into his back as she felt the fullness of his coldness fill her up, the pressure building to an intensity she had never known. Her body stretched around him, her warmth enveloping his coldness, creating a friction that sent sparks through her veins. He kissed her with a passion that seemed to defy his undead state, his love for her burning as brightly as the flames that danced in the hearth. The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths, the rustle of fabric, and the faint crackling of the fire. The king's hips began to move, his thrusts growing deeper, more urgent. Penelope's eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the pillow as she surrendered herself to the sensation. Each time he entered her, it was as though she could feel the very essence of his power, a dark and ancient force that filled her with a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His rhythm grew faster, his breaths harsh and ragged in her ear, and she knew he was close.

The cold steel of his shaft slid against her wet heat, a delicious friction that had her hips rising to meet his every thrust. The room was alive with the sound of their lovemaking, the bed creaking beneath them like a ship at sea. The king's hands were on her hips, guiding her, urging her to take him deeper, and she obeyed without question, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Their passion grew, a wildfire that consumed them both, burning away any last vestige of doubt or fear. His teeth found her neck, and she felt the sharpness of them graze her skin. A thrill of anticipation shot through her as he broke the surface, the slight sting of his bite sending her spiraling over the edge of pleasure. The king's thrusts grew more powerful, the bed groaning beneath them as he claimed her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the fortress. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red against his pale, cold skin. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm that grew more powerful with each plunge of his icy length into her welcoming warmth. With a growl that was more animal than human, the king decided to change positions, shifting Penelope onto all fours. She complied without hesitation, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he positioned himself behind her. The change in angle sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, and she moaned, her body already adjusting to the new sensation.

He entered her again, the coldness of his shaft a stark contrast to the heat of her body. The new position allowed him to drive into her deeper, and she felt every inch of him claim her from behind. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, her body shaking with the intensity of his possession. The king's grip on her hips was firm, his hands leaving bruises that stood out against her pale skin like dark constellations. His movements were rhythmic, almost primal, as he took her in a dance as old as time itself. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she found herself moving with him, her hips pushing back to meet his, eager for more. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face, obscuring her vision as she focused solely on the sensations that washed over her. The coldness of his skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of her own, the two temperatures melding together in a way that was both erotic and strangely comforting. His breaths grew harsher, his grip tighter, as the tension between them built like the crescendo of a symphony.

The king pushed into her with a ferocity that seemed to defy his normally controlled demeanor, each stroke a declaration of his love and dominance. His hips slammed into her, the sound echoing through the chamber like a war drum. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he neared the precipice of climax. Penelope could feel the tension building within him, his body taut with the effort of holding back. Her own pleasure grew with each powerful thrust, the coldness of his shaft sending jolts of sensation through her body. She pushed back against him, her moans mingling with his grunts, urging him to let go.