Page 42 of His Stolen Queen
"Our contract is almost up, so—"
"Again."
The words died in my throat as his hand cupped my cheek, sliding up into my hair.
"Because—b-because…"
His lips crashed down onto mine, and my mouth opened to welcome him. My hands found themselves around his neck as we frantically kissed each other. Our tongues tangled, and his groan of pleasure vibrated through my body until an explosion of taste washed over me. I whimpered against his invasive mouth as his scent intoxicated my brain, and I scrambled to devour more of his addictive taste.
He grabbed my ass, easily lifting me in one swift movement. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I held on as he carried me to the tall glass window. The cool panel touched my back, and it should have woken me up from the vows I was betraying. Instead, the contrast of coldness felt good against my burning arousal.
Even when his hips ground against mine and I felt the unmistakable dig of his hard cock, I still couldn't stop kissing him. I was greedy, horny, and so very far gone.
Weeks of pent-up sexual tension finally uncoiled like a tight spring, and the results shot my repressed need into the stratosphere. I'd never felt such a strong reaction to another person.
"My Queen."
The endearment was groaned between desperate kisses on my collarbone. My eyes flew open, and I reared back in shock,causing my head to knock against the glass. He made a tsking noise before his large hand smoothed the back of my head.
My Queen.
"Wha-what did you say?"
Vivid blue eyes bored into mine. "I did not say anything."
The silence stretched between us as we stared at each other, frenzied need and lust still sizzling in the fraught air.
"Oh."
I shook my head as the phantom words faded. It was then, with a dawning horror, that I realized where I was and what I was doing.
And with whom.
His arms were still cupping me, my legs still wrapped around his waist. Panic and disgust seized my gut. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Put me down!"
Immediately, my feet touched the ground, and I whirled away from him, wiping at my mouth and frantically smoothing down my hair.
"Nothing happened. Nothing happened." My hands were shaking in anxious dread.
"Your ass cheek is showing."
I gasped before angrily jerking my skirt down. "You—you—"
"Before you accuse me of anything, I do not recall you resisting me."
No, I couldn't deny that. That's what made me so sick. "I'm married." My voice wobbled as wetness clung to my lashes. "I love my husband."
He shrugged one shoulder, uncaring. Tatiana's words repeated through my head.
"I'm a married woman."
"Like that’s stopped him."
"Then why did you return my kiss? And why do these beautiful eyes flash with fire at the mere thought of me with another woman?"
"That’s not true!"
"No? So it does not bother you that I have fucked Tatiana? Because I have. More than once."
