Page 143 of Queen’s Gambit

I groaned, nipping at it, deepening the kiss.

‘You are loved, but if you insist I show you how much…’

The words hung heavy in the silence before my hands caught Roksana’s waist and suddenly she was on her back. Sana’s throaty chuckle sent shivers down my spine. Gods, I wanted to take this delicious woman, but I ignored my urges.

Sana arched, exposing her neck. Such an irresistible invitation. My teeth grazed over the soft skin. I licked the mark and nipped her throat before my fingers encircled the trembling flesh. Sana’s breathing sped up, nipples peaked, and a slow, confident smile spread across my lips. Some things never changed. My sweet Sanika loved me taking control.

I gave her throat a gentle squeeze until she squirmed beneath me. Then I slid lower, kissing a delicious trail to her breasts.

‘Please,’ she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me closer.

My tongue slid out, caressing the hardening nub. The feather-like touch made her arch into my mouth, calling my name. Pleasure travelled down my spine when she tugged at my hair, urging me to take more.

‘Greedy little Viper,’ I whispered, taking her nipple in my mouth and licking. It tightened under my tongue, and I closed my eyes, fighting for control. Days spent waiting, when even touching myself felt like betrayal, haunted me, and this sweet temptress didn’t know what she was doing to me.

Sana’s breath was ragged as I raked my fingers over her thigh. The red marks faded as quickly as her soft whimpers. But her legs opened, giving me my answer.

‘Rey, stop torturing me…’ She gasped when her breast slid from my lips with an audible pop.

‘Oh? Should I stop?’ I teased, already kissing my way down her abdomen.

‘I’ll pour poison in your soup if you do,’ she groaned, lifting her hips to my mouth.

My low chuckle landed right over her sensitive core. Sana cried out, her legs shaking. I grabbed her buttocks, my large hands cupping them perfectly, and held her for a moment.

‘Tell me that you love me, Roksana. Tell me that I’m worthy of a goddess, that my darkness never dims your light,’ I pleaded, needing to hear it.

‘I love you, more than my magic, more than my mother’s songs,’ she whispered, eyes squeezed tight while tendrils of her power reached for me, caressing my face.

‘More than Cinared?’ I teased.

Sana’s eyes popped open. ‘Now you are pushing your luck,’ she said, shoving my head down. ‘Apologise.’

Laughing, I dived between her thighs with the ferocity of a starving man. My tongue swept along her labia, parting them. Sana quivered, hips bucking against my face, but I held her tight, not letting her escape my relentless attack.

‘I want to keep you like that. I want forever.’ At her cries, the pressure of her power made it hard to breathe. When she crested, screaming my name, my heart stuttered. Her thighs clamped around my head, muting the world around me. I couldn’t care less as I savoured her bliss, a goddess accepting my devotion.

I sat back on my haunches, fingers trailing over her thigh while I freed myself from the restraints of my clothing.

My cock sprang forth hard like a steel rod. It wept the moment I took it in hand. I worried this encounter would be embarrassingly brief. I paused at her entrance, but Sana shifted closer.

‘Please, Rey. Don’t make me wait. I need you,’ she whispered with an arm over her eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed with a soft, pink glow, her skin covered with perspiration. She’d never looked more perfect.

‘Next time I’m fucking you in a crown,’ I grunted as I sheathed myself inside her.

Where this idea came from, I didn’t know, but now I couldn’t get it out of my head. I wanted my queen riding my cock as if she owned it.

Sana gasped as I drove in hard, and I instantly paused, cursing my reckless ardour.

‘Don’t you dare,’ she snarled, slapping my arse hard to goad me onward. ‘Fuck me, Reynard Erenhart. Fuck me hard or sleep on the floor tonight.’

My vision narrowed. I drove in and out of her at a rough, relentless pace. Each time I slowed down, another slap reminded me my woman didn’t want mercy.

Fear of hurting her vanished. She was never weak, never helpless, and now she took what she wanted, and I fucking loved it.

Rapturous pleasure threatened to unravel me, driving me wild. Sana cried out, her nails drawing blood from my chest, and I was lost.