Page 37 of His Stolen Queen
I'd dropped the skirt of my dress that I'd been holding carefully to avoid the wet grass. I'd been stunned speechless, utterly entranced by the sight of him. I knew instantly who he was to me, but in that moment, if he hadn't been my bonded mate, I still would have followed him to the ends of the earth.
"If you were a caveman, you would've banged me over the head, thrown me over your shoulder, and carted me off."
"Wrong."
His eyes flashed black before returning to their vivid blue. His stare searched mine. "I would dig my own beating heart out of my chest before I ever harmed a hair on your head." His finger traced my mouth, running over the plump redness. His finger bopped my nose teasingly. "But the rest is correct."
His head moved closer, and his mouth touched mine. “I adore you more today than I did when I first spotted you. When I knew you were my Queen. I love you, my sweet mate, and my love for you transcends all timelines." His breath fanned mine as his voice grew more guttural. "No one will take you away from me.”
I reached up to stroke his cheek, my brow furrowed. “Why are you talking like this?” There was something different about his tone. It was urgent and desperate, almost agonized.
He sat up, taking me with him. I settled on his lap, my wet center fitting snug against his hard cock, and we both moaned in unison. I sank into his kiss, my tongue tangling with his as his taste burst in full color. His fingers grasped my panties from the side before he tore them from my body in one swift movement.
"My King!" I gasped, thoroughly scandalized and weak from lusty desire.
I was already lowering the straps of my summer dress, hurriedly freeing my heavy breasts to the cooling air. Desperate, I tore at his shirt; buttons flying. My greedy hands already smoothed across his chest as I pressed fervent kisses to his exposed skin.
"I love you," I gasped as I sank my hands into his hair, yanking it to the side and scraping my teeth against his neck.
His hard cock sprang free, and without warning, he lifted me before sinking my wet cunt onto his greedy cock. We both groaned as I sank down further, taking him to the hilt. I leanedback and clutched his legs, crying out when I felt his lips suckle my pink nipples.
"You taste divine," he growled as his mouth moved urgently against me.
I rocked my hips back and forth as I felt his cock swell inside me. "Yes, yes! I love you!"
He grabbed my face and brought my forehead down to his.
“You know who I am, Alice." The shift in his voice stopped me. "Time is running out. Remember me.”
I jerked awake, my eyes wide against the dark room. My breaths came out in harsh puffs against the quiet of the night; my heart galloped wildly in my chest. David's gentle snores grounded me and slowly brought my mind back to earth.
With a shaky hand, I grabbed the glass of water beside me, downing the contents like a woman dying of thirst. My eyes fell on the brown bottle beside my water glass, and I quickly averted my gaze. Guilt filled my bones as I recalled my little white lie to David. I'd told him I was taking my medication again, and for a while, I was. But after a week of restlessness and brain fog, I made the difficult decision to stop again—keeping my husband in the dark. My body no longer sagged with tiredness during the day, but my vivid dreams had returned in full. They were getting longer and more intense.
Time is running out. Remember me.
As I made my way to Empire Gates, my anxiety returned. The project was now on the home stretch, and my dealings with Acheron would soon be over. I would return to normal and never see him again.
My chest tightened, and my stomach twisted up in fretful knots.
I should be rejoicing. No more complicated feelings. No more trying to inhale his smell when he was nearby. No more jumping out of my skin when his hand brushed mine, or when his eyesseemed to darken as he stared at me. My life would turn back to the way it was, when things made sense, and I wasn't dreaming about making love to a man with the same eye color as Acheron Angelou.
I chewed my lip as I watched the numbers fly up on the elevator, anticipation churning inside me. When I exited the elevator, the strong smell of paint greeted me, and my heels echoed on the ornate floor, now bare from the protective plastic. They were all reminders that this job would soon be wrapping up.
I made my way to the kitchen, my hand already reaching to open my tote to grab my tablet, but my movements were promptly forgotten when I raised my head and came to an abrupt stop.
Acheron was already here, leaning casually against the counter in a relaxed pose. He wore a button-down white shirt and dark jeans. My brow pulled down as my gaze searched his tall frame. His outfit triggered something deep within the corners of my mind.
But then he shifted, breaking my trance and then I noticed he wasn't alone. That niggling familiar feeling instantly vanished as I was confronted by the beautiful woman beside him.
She had dark hair hanging in long curly ringlets, dark skin, and high cheekbones. She was tall and so sophisticated yet sexy-looking in her tight pencil skirt and low-cut blouse. She was also staring at Acheron like he'd hung the moon. A foreign, ugly emotion bubbled up my throat, and I quickly squashed it down.
Acheron finally turned to me, his firm mouth tilting up in an arrogant smirk. The woman beside him was also assessing me, raking her cool stare down my body before her eyes narrowed and her red mouth tightened.
When Acheron walked to me with unhurried movements, she swiftly followed on his heels. My nostrils flared at the sight of her shoulder brushing his.
"Ah, Alice. Good morning."
I swallowed hard and inclined my head politely. "Good morning, Mr. Angelou."
