Page 66 of His Stolen Queen
He caught my fascinated stare as my eyes roamed over his changed features.
"Do I scare you?" His voice ran deeper, more guttural, and I could sense the worry seeping from
Worried that I would find him frightening? Never.
My hand lifted, confident and sure, touching the side of his face and stroking at his rough flesh. His pupils dilated, and he leaned into my hand, his eyes closing as my fingers traced the raised bones around his brow.
"No," I murmured, my nipples pebbled harder at the feel of such power beneath my hands. "You could never scare me." My lips curved up with a sly smile. "Remember, I've already had you multiple times in my dreams."
A growl rumbled out of him, straight from his chest to his throat. His mouth opened, and I got my first real-life, proper look at his fangs. My breath was sucked in with amazement and wonder. I'd seen his fangs before, of course. I'd traced those sharp incisors with my tongue many times. I'd had them on various parts of my body—scraping and biting. I could close my eyes and picture them in my head, along with the feel of them.
But to see them outside of my visions?
It was glorious.
Suddenly, I couldn't wait.
My legs shifted together, my thighs rubbing in anticipatory want.
"Acheron," I whined. "I need…I need—"
"Say no more, my Queen," he growled. "I know what you need."
With rough fingers, he pushed my thighs apart and bent his head, his breath hovering over my wet flesh.
My fingers pushed into his hair, grabbing tightly. "No, Acheron, I need—"
"You need to be prepared," he said, his eyes meeting mine from below. "Fucking me in your dreams is vastly different from fucking me in real life."
His finger traced my opening; his nail retracted so as not to cause harm. "You are already so wet, my love. But I need you dripping in need before you can take me. You're still human, remember?"
Right.Human. And mated to a powerful Vampire King.
But before I could voice my insecurities, I felt the first rough lick against my wet flesh, and I gasped in shock. Oh god. That small lick felt like heaven. I was going to die of pleasure.
That last thought cemented itself when he pried open my pussy lips and licked one long line from my pussy hole to my clit and back again.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I cried out.
My legs fell open, breasts heaving as Acheron continued his very much wanted assault on my cunt. I felt my juices flow onto the silky sheets as he attempted to lick it all up.
"You taste so good." He groaned against my flesh, as his mouth made an obscene mess of my pussy.
My feet moved against the sheets, writhing in untold ecstasy as I surrendered to the pleasure his mouth gave me. Every so often, I would feel the sharp sting of his teeth before he licked the wound closed with his tongue. I didn't care what he did to me—feed off me, bite me, drink me dry…I just wanted him to never stop. It felt too good, even the pain, especially the pain.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
My orgasm came over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. It wasn't a slow build—it crashed into me at full speed, without warning. All I could do was hold on—in this case, to his hair—and give in to the roller-coaster ride of complete and utter euphoria. My whole body shook, and my eyes rolled back in my head; my mind went to a different planet altogether as the waves started to ebb, and I reluctantly returned to my body.
Residual ripples ran through me, and I felt a strange floating sensation. I pried my eyes open and stared at a wall behind Acheron's head in an attempt to refocus. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, and it was then I realized…I felt like I was floating because Iliterallywas.
Acheron had risen, and we were hovering midair. A whimper of shock flew from me, and I tightened my limbs around him.
"Wha—"
"Feel me," he demanded. His fingers gripped my hips, and he lifted me slightly away before he brought me down onto his cock, the tip nudging at the mouth of my pussy.
I breathed fast and deeply. "Oh god. I can feel you. Please, Acheron!" I begged.
