Page 32 of His Stolen Queen
I understood. My King was handsome, glorious, and powerful. We were dealing with a completely separate caliber of man here, so to compare him to any other creature was unfair. It was part and parcel of being with such a fine specimen.
But I didn't care. He wasmine.
My thighs were suddenly gripped by strong hands and shoved wider apart. My back arched, and I cried out as my pussy was lifted so his mouth and tongue could lick and suck at the dripping hole with ease.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted as his tongue traveled farther down to circle my ass. His hot mouth sucked, and the tip of his tongue dipped inside my rosebud, teasing the entrance for tortured moments before he moved again to cover my gushing pussy with his mouth.
I had no inhibitions. He had shed them all with his constant and ferocious lovemaking. Every part of me belonged to him.
My fingers speared into our satin sheets as I offered my body entirely to him.
"Come for me,my love."
His growl of demand shot through me, triggering that spot deep inside that willingly complied with his every sexual command. My nerves reached that sweet pinnacle, and I eagerly dove over the edge, freefalling into an earthshattering explosion of prolonged euphoria.
My juices shot into his greedy mouth before I felt that sweet pain/pleasure pricking my inner thigh, close to my dripping pussy. I screamed again as the high continued to speed through my veins, warming each corner with its delicious lick of ecstasy before spreading back down to my core just in time for him to plug my newest release with his hungry mouth.
It was the kind of orgasm that had me seeing stars and blacking out before coming around to his soft tongue as he soothed my wound. I was safe in the knowledge that while I was unconscious, he was busy raining gentle kisses on my blissed-out face and down my sweat-coated neck. His hands would caress my stomach before they stroked my heavy breasts, thumbing at my hardened nipples.
Even now, as my body was pulling out of its post-orgasmic haze, I could feel his lips planting themselves in soft pecks over my forehead.
My brow pulled down as his scent hit my nose. Instead of the warm, spicy embrace that welcomed me like a glutton at a feast, the aroma was sickly sweet.
Cheap.
Even his roaming hands felt smaller. Softer. Yet not as tender in their care.
Something was wrong.
Panic started to rise as I fought to open my eyes.
"Alice!"
"Alice! Honey. Alice."
I jerked awake with a sharp gasp, my eyes flying open in shock. I struggled to focus on the form looming over me. Instead of the black hair and blue eyes I expected, blond and brown greeted my vision.
No. This was wrong.
"Alice, honey. Are you with me?" David's concerned timbre finally registered, and my mind quickly cleared as if dunked in ice.
David. My husband.
Yes. This was right.
This was real. I was safe.
So why did my chest feel like it could cave in? The warmth and joy that I was sure I'd been experiencing had abruptly vanished. Pulled away under my feet until I was left disoriented and…disappointed.
Guilt assuaged me at the look of worry on David's face. "I'm sorry," I croaked out. I sat up and reached for the glass of water I kept by our bed. With a shaky hand, I parched the hoarseness in my throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I sputtered on my water, my teeth clashing against the glass. David immediately plucked it out of my hand before rubbing my back as I fought to bring my coughing under control.
The loud, feminine cry of pleasure still vibrated through my head. A feminine cry that sounded suspiciously like my voice. Remnants of my lust-induced dream came flooding back like a kaleidoscope of rotating snapshots—the next more explicit than the one before. Despite how graphic the imagery was and how visceral the sensation of each touch and smell had been, only one thing still eluded me—one image.
"You okay?" David asked, his brow knitted together as he watched me cautiously.
