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.

away, she was out of breath and a little

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

he crawled on top of her. What were they even fighting about? She couldn’t remember. Part of her expected him to kiss her face and lay on

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

body. His hands had a mind of their own as they crawled up her

she felt another whimper form when his

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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

as he positioned himself between her. She tried to control her breathing

squirmed beneath him. His fingers tightened hard enough to leave small bruises on her thighs as his length teased her entrance. “Fuck—William...” Doris

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

between her aching breasts. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed almost roughly and she didn’t know why it

back into her hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall. Doris cut her nails into his back when she gripped onto

thrust grew harsher than