Page 17 of His Kidnapped Queen
She shakes her head but makes no move to get up or move otherwise.
“You should go. Call a cab.”
“It’s two in the morning,” I remind her.
When she sits up on the edge of the bed I grab her around the waist, pulling her back into bed. She squeals but giggles when I bring her close again, pulling the covers over both of us.
“And besides, I want to take you again before dawn,” I murmur close to her ear, and she hums, melting against me.
God, her body is perfect. My hand fits on her ass perfectly. I squeeze the flesh there, wondering how she would sound if I hit her there, smacked my palm against that perfect ass.
She leans into my touch, her hands spreading across my chest.
“Or maybe I’ll take you again right now,” I mumble, licking the shell of her ear before I move to turn her around, lifting one of her legs over my bicep. I slide into her easily; she’s still wet and ready from before.
She makes a whining noise in the back of her throat and I press into her harder, loving the way she flutters around my cock.
“So wet,” I praise. “So tight.”
“So big,” she moans, and I can’t help a half-grin. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that particular phrase, but something about it feels different with her. Real. Raw.
Not like some other girls, like they’re reading from a script.
“You like it hard, pixie?”
“Please. Make it hurt,” she moans deep in her throat and I draw in a sharp breath, my spine tingling at her words, my cock aching as I pump in and out of her.
I don’t waste time, fucking her hard and fast, rough just like she wants it, and Sophia doesn’t disappoint. The sounds coming out of her are sounds I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
Moans, whimpers, whines, and finally she goes almost silent, just a grunt here or there as I feel her contract around me. She’s coming, writhing beneath me and it’s only a few more thrusts before I spill inside of her once more.
Thank god for IUDs.
She’s still limp as I kiss along her face. I frown and gather her into my arms. “Are you alright?”
She looks at me, a dopey grin on her face, her eyes wide.
“Never been better.”
I smile in response, and she puts her head on my chest. I’m not usually a cuddler after, not really. I put up with a few cuddles because, well, that’s what’s considered etiquette. But holding Sophia feels right in a way that I don’t understand.
It’s like she was meant to be close to me.
“You really should go,” she mumbles, making no move again.
“Do your legs even work?”
She groans. “Not really.”
I chuckle. “Then it’s probably a good idea that I stay. You know, to protect you.”
“To protect me?”
“Since your legs don’t work,” I say matter-of-factly.
She laughs and the sound makes my heart flutter.
Sophia rolls over, putting a hand on my chest. “This is just a one-night thing, right?”
