Alpha King's sex Slave

Asrian’s POV

Slaps of thunder permeated the virgin morning with slow rumbles threatening another downpour. I rose from my golden chairs where I sat comfortably staring at the sleeping goddess on my bed.

Her blonde hair sparkled in the morning with an unusual lustrously, the soft pink lips tempting for a kiss to know what it feels like and the rise of her chest as she slept had my gaze imprinted on her rising bosom.

Perfection didn't ...