Page 51 of Reign of the Queen
“This is beautiful Theo, you have a talent.” I sigh, putting the sketch down and turning to look at him. Tension is filling the space. I don’t know why he’s brought me here and allowed me into his inner sanctuary. His face is tight, and I can’t read what he’s thinking across his features. His statue mask is in place, the only evidence that he’s feeling anything are his eyes. Those dark blue stormy eyes are trying to reach inside me and breach all my secrets.
I turn away from him, not wanting to be drawn into his beautiful eyes that are looking to ruin me, to weaken my resolve. I stride in the direction of the window to add distance between our two bodies and the emotions that are running rampant in my mind. I’m confused and on edge with him. My body wants to gravitate toward him, but my mind screams that there is danger here, and we need to protect ourselves.
Before I can get more than a few steps away he reaches for my arm and pulls me with him till we’re standing in his seating area. Our bodies touch and meet from our chest to our legs. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His warm breath is on the side of my face, and his tantalizing and intoxicating scent is being dragged deep into my lungs. I close my eyes, trying to steady my rapidly beating heart. I can feel my resolve being shaken, my body softening toward him. The desire to melt into him is strong and causes my will to weaken.
“What am I going to do with you, Mia?” He pulls me closer, his arms bands of steel around my back. His facial features don’t give away his thoughts; the ones he hides behind his cold mask. His voice is full of heat, though. He can act like I don’t affect him, but his gravely dark voice is telling another story.
“Nothing. What do you want to do to me?” I inquire sarcastically, wagging my eyebrows and licking my lips, trying to defuse some of the seriousness and tension of the moment. I inhale his rich cloves and sandalwood scent, my blood rushing through my veins with heady anticipation, my core defying me and tightening. The attraction between us is palpable, electricity moving between our two bodies.Move away Mia, my brain is screaming at me again.I should listen, I should take heed, this is dangerous. Being this close to Theo Saint-Lambert and letting my guard down even the slightest can be deadly and destructive to all my well-laid plans of vengeance.
“Everything.” He leans down and takes my lips, applying pressure to the closed seam which is denying him entry. He licks at my bottom lip, then nips until I part for him. I finally allow him access to what he wants, despite alarm bells ringing loudly inside of me.
He tastes like coffee, warm and rich. His tongue dances with mine until a groan escapes him. He backs our joined bodies until we hit the edge of the sofa, his body goes down onto the leather seats. Taking mine down with his till I’m sprawled across his frame, my legs end up straddling on either side of his hard body, my kilt riding up.
Thick, hard fingers roughly make their way to the back of my head and dig into my tied-up hair and scalp. Theo controls the movement of my head to allow him all the access he wants to plunder my mouth. I have a moment of clarity that I need to pull away. He brought me here to see how far he could push me and test my resolve. I pull back slightly, clarity trying to make its way back to the forefront of my mind.Wake the fuck up, Mia. This is dangerous!My brain screams.
His other hand snakes its way up from my waist to the outside of my breast and slips underneath my oxford school shirt. My body shudders with the brief contact of his warm fingers on my skin, much to my annoyance, my nipples harden instantly in the cups of my bra, pushing against the confining material.
Once his fingers reach the cup of my silk and lace bra, he pulls the cup down and uses his fingers to stretch and lengthen my hard, aroused nipple. Adding pressure just this side of painful, rolling my nipple between his fingers until we both groan. His mouth moves away from mine, trailing kisses down my jaw to my neck, leaving little nibbles in his wake, causing goosebumps to rise on my overheated skin.
I should stop this. I know I should, but fuck, I am so turned on by him and his intoxicating scent. Grasping his head, I move him back to my lips with a firm grip on his hair, causing him to moan in pain and pleasure. Taking his bottom lip between mine, I suck hard, then bite down until the rich taste of copper invades my mouth. His hand in my hair tightens, then his tongue invades my mouth again, tangling with mine in determination to explore and conquer.
There’s nothing gentle about what’s happening here. We are both past the point of rational thought, both fighting for control of the other. Theo’s grip tightens on my breast, nipple wedged between two of his fingers. His grip on my hair releases only for him to grab my ass cheek underneath my kilt in a firm, punishing grasp and squeeze, kneading it. He manipulates my pelvis, rubbing me across his in a rigid, unrelenting motion. I can feel his erection on my lower stomach, firm and long, pressing against me. My restless body moves against him, all cognitive thought gone and reduced only to my base urges to give myself a release by rubbing against his hard cock.
My panties are dampening, the confines of my bra stifling and constraining when all I want is for him to add his ministrations to my other breast. Moaning, I kiss down the side of his face, getting to his defined jaw and leaving little bites along the surface, returning his early treatment. Each bite prompts him to tighten his hand around the globe of my ass. Guaranteed after this, I will have every one of his large digits imprinted on my skin. The very thought should be a wakeup call to move away from him, instead all it does is ignite further lust and heat along my sensitive skin, tightening my core.
Making my way down his neck to his jugular vein that’s throbbing with his strained breathing, I bite down hard, leaving the perfect imprint of my teeth. Theo lets out a harsh groan and grasps my panty-covered pussy from behind, digging his fingers hard into the space still covered by the fabric. A moan releases from my mouth, and I close my eyes tight at the feeling of his fingers pressing against me.
“You’re so warm and worked up for me,” he teases me in a growly tone. “You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you Mia? Deep inside this soaked, tight pussy.”
I’m so wet that I can feel myself dripping through the fabric and coating his fingers. He presses forward across my pussy lips, using the give in the material to push the tips of his fingers inside me. I let out another ragged moan, rubbing myself against the intrusion of his fingers and trying to create friction for my clit against his pants.
“I got you.” He moans, moving the leg band of my panties to the side and slamming two rough, thick fingers as deep as his hand will allow inside of me without warning. “Fuck” the word escaped my lips on a pant at the thick intrusion.
“You’re so wet and warm, fuck.” He groans, returning to my lips for another punishing kiss. I squeeze my internal muscles and clamp down on his fingers. They move inside of me, curving and rubbing against my sensitive walls, causing my core to tighten and the stirrings of an orgasm to rise. “Harder,” I gasp on a stunted breath.
His thumb makes its way under the fabric of my panties, and he finds the nub of my clit, pressing firmly, then rubbing it in a firm circular motion. At the same time, he fingerbangs me hard until a sheen of sweat is making its way across my heated body. An electric sensation is rising up my spine, letting me know I’m part way there to an impending orgasm. I swear I’m starting to see stars from how good he’s fucking me with just his hand.
Releasing his grip on my breast, his hand grabs onto the front of my buttoned shirt, and he yanks hard until the buttons fly off and the shirt is wide open. My breasts are on display to his gaze, one still covered by lace and silk, the other exposed to his heated sight. He releases my mouth and dips his head until he can take my extended rose-colored nipple into his warm mouth, sucking deeply and groaning until I clench around his fingers that are still moving deep inside of me. Heat continues to rise inside my body, each thrust of his fingers causing an inferno.
My long nails claw into the back of his neck until I feel the well of blood, his deep growls egging me on. My other hand makes its way down his chest, giving his shirt the same treatment he gave mine. Buttons pop off, and his shirt parts with a rich expanse of golden skin. Our warm bodies move together, causing shivers to race across my overheated skin. His skin is so smooth to my touch. I let my fingers trail across all the expanse of beautiful sun kissed skin.
His body lets out a small tremor and goosebumps skate across his golden skin where it’s making contact with mine. Heat radiates off his body like a blazing sun. He’s just as affected as I am, both of us sinking under these waves of passion.
“More Theo,” I urge him in a whisper, leveling my challenging gaze on him, my body steamrolling toward an orgasm I have no intention of stopping. His eyes lift from my breast, his mouth never releasing my nipple. Dark blue pools of molten glass stare back at me filled with heat and an emotion I can’t quite read.
I press a hand to his stomach, reach between us, and unbutton his pants. I try to slide his zipper down, getting frustrated with my lack of coordination, slipping my hand inside the band of his underwear. The tip of his sizable swollen cock already protruding over the band. Fisting my hand around the girth of his cock, the tip is already wet with precum. I squeeze and then stroke him from tip to root. He releases my nipple with a pop, and I instantly miss the sweet heat of his mouth.
“Fuck,” he curses into the side of my breast, his voice husky. Biting and then lapping the spot with his tongue. “You’re so incredible like this, Mia. I can’t get enough of you. Your hot, tight cunt is squeezing my fingers in a death grip. Fuck, I need your cunt squeezing my dick in that grip.”
The sound of material ripping warns me my panties have died a glorious death. I press my pussy harder into the palm of his hand, needing just the edge of pain and friction. He adds a third finger, the overwhelming feeling of fullness causes a rush of wetness to escape my pussy lips, coating his fingers, hand, and probably all the way down to his wrist with how turned on I am. A keening noise escapes my lips at how good the stretch feels.
His breath is erratic, his cock moving between my fisted hand and a tremor rolling through his body. The smell of our combined aroused scents fills the air around us, causing my nipples to pucker painfully.
“Tell me you want me, Mia,” he demands, his hot breath fanning over my mouth. The brush of his lips against mine, demanding and firm. “Tell me.” His fingers stop the forward motion inside my weeping cunt.
“No,” I cry out, and I impale myself on his fingers, trying to ride out the orgasm that was building.
His rough hand moves from my breast to my throat, wrapping around my neck and stopping my forward motion on his fingers. His grip tightens slightly, not enough to block my airway completely, but enough to have me feeling warning pressure. His thick fingers slide out from inside my pussy which has me ready to weep and possibly strangle him. I’m so close.Why does he have to be a dick right fucking now?
