Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 221 - Truce

[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]

John thrust more and more and Roselyn took another moan until John rolled her body around by grabbing her hips and pushing her to the side, "oh.." Roselyn complained when he rolled switching position and with him still being inside her she felt an uncomfortable pain. She was on top now, John whispered to her to turn around and she did following his order, they both were wheezing. Roselyn turned around and John smiled as he lifted her and positioned her back on his member delicately slipping inside not to hurt her with a rushed entrance.

"Ouch..." Roselyn murmured when that position still unexplored caused her uncomfortably and an odd burning sensation.

"Are you alright?" John asked to make sure she was alright and when she nodded he began to thrust more slowly but not fully entering as he didn't want to hurt her much.

Roselyn tensed her stomach's muscles as she arched her back and her head too staring at the ceiling and turning her head to the side as she synchronized her thrusts with his.

Roselyn's breath began to shortener when she got used to that position the uncomfortably soon disappeared welcoming the pleasure, John cupped her breasts from behind with his huge hands and Roselyn shivered at the touch. He began to thrust deeper causing another moan to escape from her lips.

His hands trailed down to her stomach exploring every inch of her body and intensifying both the quickness and the deepness he entered in her.

John's grunts synchronized with Roselyn's heavy breaths and the bed creaked at each push.

"Feel good now?" John asked and Roselyn nodded, "it feels amazing."

She said slowly pressing her knees against the sheet to balance the weight as the only foothold. Her hands left his knees for some instant to grab her hair and push them aside so that they wouldn't halter John's work.

His hands from cupping around her breasts went to grab over her stomach to keep her still to thrust even deeper, Roselyn squeezed her eyes for the mixture feelings she felt of both pain and satisfaction that somehow combined in an enjoyable dance. Roselyn moaned more and stokes of pleasures made her shiver and moan one more time.

"John..." She moaned out his name. 

"Yes, my love?" He replied smirking as he admired Roselyn's legs shaking and filling with goosebumps, he could also hear her heartbeat racing so fastly.

He kept thrusting more intensely as he managed to keep Roselyn's hips still so she wouldn't be unable to escape or retreat from his thrusts.

"I'm close." She said in a breath as she suffocated another moan.

John increased his thrusts making it, even more, harder for her to resist the imminent sensation, "don't come, not yet." He ordered her with a rough mighty voice that made Roselyn get thrills of passion.

Roselyn squeezed her eyes and tried to resist contracting every inch of her body and commanding her muscles not to release by tensing them. "I want you to beg for me," John said, his voice hid a tone of mischievousness.

"I want to hear you beg, ask me for permission." H ordered, slowing down the thrusts only to quicken them suddenly after his command and enter in her almost fully.

It was so hard to resist, she could feel vibrations of pleasure all over her body and her knees were shaking intensifying, even more, the sufferance to try to refrain.

"Please… John..." Her voice came out as a mix of beg and moan having John smirk and only after admiring her mouth slightly open to resist.

She took a long breath only to breathe out another desperate beg, "please let me come." 

John proudly smirked until finally, he replied, "now you can come, my love."

Hearing his command Roselyn relaxed her muscles and she felt all her body reaching her peak and overwhelming her in pleasure and release.

[end smut]

She rolled down the bed and let her body fall onto the bed tired. John smiled, laying next to her and turning to the side to look at her with a gazing love on her face.

"Truce?" John asked in a murmur and Roselyn smiled, he stretched his hand and Roselyn shook it, "yes, truce." She murmured back to him before snuggling close to him. He wrapped his arms around Roselyn pushing her body closer to his and melting in the embrace. They fell asleep hugging each other, while Roselyn smiled cheerfully abandoning herself to the tiredness of the day.

When they woke up the sun had risen for a while and Roselyn slept more than usual after the tiring days she had, she needed a deserved rest.

Roselyn reached the kitchen and maids were already there filling the table with amazing food and bouquets, at that exact time Ethan just finished his breakfast too and was heading to their residence.

Ethan knocked on the door and two of the supernatural maids went to open the door, the one who opened it as soon as she saw Ethan's awesome appearance dropped her jaw in a trace, he was so similar to John but had less pronunciation jawline and his hair was shorter. Yet he was very attractive and his strength could be perceived from a mile away.

Ethan knitted his eyebrows down looking at the maid confused, "John." he only said before with his usual abruptness he pushed the maid's body away to find his entrance and follow John's voice toward the kitchen.

"Oh.." John frowned his forehead, seeing Ethan was never promising well and it only meant something happened.

Roselyn turned her head and when she saw Ethan she curved her eyebrows down and held her breath in preoccupation.

"Can I have a private chat with you, John?" Ethan said and Roselyn felt her stomach knotting as she swallowed down the lump that formed in her throat.

"You can tell here, my secret is her secret too," John replied with a serious tone of voice and Roselyn hinted at a smile before clearing her voice and recomposing herself. She didn't need to be so pathetic over such a normal statement like that.

"I want to tell you privately before… then you can decide whether to tell her or not." Ethan insisted and John scoffed before standing up and heading toward the near room.

That was one of the occasions when Roselyn wanted to have overdeveloped senses only to be able to listen to their so private conversation, she was dying of curiosity. Maybe Ethan didn't want to let her hear since it could be something related to her? 

Maybe she shall try to walk closer to the room's locked door where they entered in to hear what they are talking about? The idea occurred to her mind and even though it seemed so extreme and desperate. After all, as John said, 'his secret was her secret'.

Roselyn shook her head coming back to her senses and refusing the voice in her mind suggesting she walk closer to the door.. She had faith in John and she was sure he will tell her as soon as Ethan will be gone.