Page 24 of His Stolen Queen
My head felt fuzzy, as if I had been asleep for days when I knew it had to have been mere hours. My brow furrowed as my mind raced through the last few days, weeks, and months. I knew I was conscious and coherent; I knew where and who I was with. And yet…I was struggling to recall what I had done yesterday. A renewed panic bloomed, and I sat up in fright. "Darling—"
My words were swallowed by a firm mouth covering mine, and a strong, sexy body guided me back down into the softness of our shared bed. I fought to keep my thoughts straight, but they quickly scrambled at the lick of my lover's tongue against the seam of my lips. I gasped into his mouth as his kiss turned deeper and more desperate. And I set aside my final doubts as I eagerly reciprocated his touch.
It was always like this between us. We couldn't get enough of each other. Our love was insatiable. A millennium could pass, and I had no doubt that we would still be as wrapped up in each other as we were now—and as we always have been the moment our souls recognized each other for the first time.
His hand caressed the curve of my hip, and I squirmed against the satin sheets in anticipation of what was to come. My King loved to tease me. He adored seeing me writhing in pleasurable agony, desperate for that final lover's touch that would send me careening off the edge in ecstasy.
My arms tightened around his neck as a large hand cupped my mound, and a long finger sought entry. I opened my legs to his probing touch, no longer remembering what had earlier aggrieved me.
His fingers slipped through my heat, gathering wetness before rubbing his thumb around my sensitive clit. A low moan erupted from me as I gave in to the heady sensation. He tore his mouth from mine before lowering his dark head to my chest. I offered my body to him, bowing in delight as his tongue swirled around my hard nipple.
"I have watched you sleep for nigh on two hours," he growled as he laid gentle kisses across my breasts. "You are utter perfection. My heart only beats for you."
My full lips stretched into a sultry smile as I smoothed his ruffled hair. His fingers sank deeper inside me, and my grip tightened in his strands."Yes!"
At the start of our courtship, his desperate words of hunger used to embarrass me. I wasn't accustomed to such deep devotion and need from one person. A delicate blush used to paint my cheeks, my lips tender from biting them in shyness every time he praised my body.
But now? Now, I reveled in my femininity. I basked in his adoration. My chin jutted in pride that I could render my King speechless and panting with just the crook of my finger.
I knew he had bedded hundreds, possibly thousands of beings. After all, my beloved had lived more lives than one could imagine. The thought of it used to cause me great envy. Even now, my fingernails dug into his scalp, punishing him for being intimate with other lovers. In response, he scraped his sharp teeth against my breast, causing me to moan and undulate my hips for more.
Yes, my handsome, sexy King may have had others, but none of them knew him as I did. None of them had him as I had. None of them experienced the exquisite tingles that trickled down their stomach as his fingers slowly traced up and down their spine as he held them close after a rigorous bout of lovemaking. None of them ever had him on his knees collecting wildflowersin a field each day. None had been presented with their favorite sticky toffee pudding, freshly delivered from England, whenever they craved it. None of them knew what it felt like to have his breath in their ear as he whispered promises of eternal love and devotion while he took them with a violent urgency.
I was, of course, equally enamored with my beloved. It was maddening how obsessed I was. My days and nights revolved around him, and the brief moments we were apart felt like the cruelest of agonies.
A delicious sharpness pierced my skin near my nipple, and I thrashed my head against the sheets. "Yes!" I urged, eager to feel more.
His mouth suckled, and a delicious energy flowed through me at his source-taking. It had been so long since we had done this. Almost…I frowned, my eyes blinking open as I tried to recall the date and time.
"What is it, my Queen?" he murmured against my flesh, his tongue licking at my wound. Ever astute, he could always sense my shift in mood.
I pushed the cloudiness aside as I cupped his face. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine.
"I just missed you, that's all. I feel like it's been so long…" My brow pinched again at the invading dark cloud of thought.
"It will not be long until we are never parted again," he promised, his magnetic gaze blazing in possession.
He covered my body fully, lifting one smooth thigh over his hip. I felt his long length seek entry before he seated himself in one smooth thrust. I cried out at the invasion, even though my juices provided easy passage. He was always too big. But he knew I liked it that way. Knew that I loved feeling that delicious stretch as we cemented our union. He lowered his mouth, and my head instinctively turned to the side, allowing access.
His hips moved in rapid succession, the pain and pleasure blending into a whirlwind of sensory overload that had me crying out each time. A sharpness pierced my neck.
"Acheron!"
I jerked awake, my breath sawing in and out in rapid puffs. A moment of disoriented panic clawed at my chest as my eyes tried hard to focus. I slowly sat up with a moan, holding my hand against my erratic heartbeat as my eyes adjusted to the familiar scene of our bedroom. Instead of comfort, a lingering sense of sadness floated over me as I tried to reconcile my dreams with reality.
And then I remembered.
Acheron.
His name still rang in my throat. Fuck, did I yell his name out loud? Or was that only in my dream?
Luckily, David's side of the bed was empty; his part of the comforter flung aside and left there as if he had exited in a rush. His indent was still in the pillow.
Fuck!
Oh, god, I really hoped my dreams hadn't seeped into my reality. I would be mortified if David had been lying there, watching his wife dream about another man. I quickly moved my legs to the side of the bed and then winced when I felt the telltale signs of arousal in my panties.
Acheron.
