Chapter 222. HER CONTENTMENT.

　　Danika woke to a tug on her brèast, a hand caressing her body, and a body moving against hers. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she stared at the King who's mouth was on her breast, his hand caressing her sides. 　　"Good morning, My King." She whispered, her eyes reaching automatically for the hourglass on the table at the far end of the room. It's almost dawn. 　　"Mmh." He groaned, his eyes closed in what clan almost be interpreted as bliss. His hand trailed from her ribs back to her other breast and he began twerking her nîpples. 　　She moaned, her body going hot under his ardour. She felt a wetness in between her legs as he caressed and sucked from her. His body shifted, and she felt his body ready and erèct to take hers. 　　He let go of the puckered nub—red from his attention—long enough raise her leg around his waist and settled himself against her womanhood. Lying side by side, his hand holding her thigh, he buried himself deep inside her welcoming body in one swift movement.