Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 20 Fire and passion

Doris closed her bedroom door and  let out along sigh as she leaned back against it. What was she going to do? The last thing she needed was another problem when she already felt as if she was drowning from them —and she didn’t even get to blow off any steam! He interrupted her! That— irritating boy that wouldn't stop his flirting! She didn’t want him to get hurt because of a stupid crush.

Doris rubbed her eyes and tried not to groan as loud as possible in case someone thought she was dying in here—

“Doris?” William said. She flinched at the sound, she almost had forgotten that he was even here. She was so used to him being gone or in meetings.

“Yes?” Doris pushed away from the door when William came into view dressed in black. She hated how his suits always fit so perfectly to his body —it made her want to unwrap him like a present.

Alec was sound asleep in his crib across the room and it was a miracle that he didn’t wake from her sounds.

William closed the distance between them and grabbed her up in his arms without a hesitation. She barely had time to gasp before he kissed her. Long and hard.

William lifted her up off the ground and held her against his hard chest. She gripped his broad shoulders just to hold on to something but she knew he wouldn’t let her go—he never did. She didn’t even notice he had removed her cloak, all she could register was the feeling of his soft black hair between her fingers and the way his tongue moved along her own.

she was out of breath and a little

you.” William said. He carried her to their bed and she felt as if her world

he crawled on top of her. What were they even fighting about? She couldn’t remember.

to pull off his shirt and toss it to the side like the beautiful silk was trash. Doris ran her hands down his torso slowly, feeling every muscle beneath her touch. A horrible ache started to throb between her legs and it had only just started. She knew he was the only cure to

to muffle her groans when he moved slowly down her body. His hands had a mind of their own as they crawled up her dress

she felt another whimper form when his fingers dipped

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off her body and throw it with the rest of their clothes. Her skin tingled when she felt his bare skin press against her own. She almost

and spread them wider as he positioned himself between her. She tried to control her breathing but they both knew that

bruises on her thighs as his length teased her entrance. “Fuck—William...” Doris

her, he released her thighs and moved his rough hands up her body slowly,  eaving goosebumps across her skin. He pulled out, and then pushed in with a speed that was almost torture. Her hips thrusted up against his own eagerly and he had to pin her back

skin as he kissed between her aching breasts. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed almost roughly

bang the headboard against the wall. Doris cut her

inside her. Each thrust grew harsher