Page 150 of Queen of the Crimson Throne

His fang scraped against my other nipple and I moaned again.

“If those are the sounds you make when I only graze your nipples I wonder what would happen if I bit them.”

I stopped my movement, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “You wouldn’t.”

His eyes sparked with the challenge. “You know I would.”

I slid myself all the way off his cock until only the tipremained. I met his gaze as I slammed back down with a violent thrust.

“Do that again.” My breath hitched as I slowly moved back up, his cock slipping from me inch by inch as his tongue flicked over my hardened peak.

When only the tip remained he moved his hands back to my hips.

“Ready?”

I held my breath and nodded.

In one brutal move, he slammed me back on his cock at the same time his fangs pierced my breast.

I screamed as he moved me back up only to slam me back down as he took the first pull of my blood.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as he continued the motion over and over again until I felt like I was no longer connected to my body. His thrusts were violent—hitting deep inside me. It was too much—it was all too much. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave.

He licked at my nipple again as he removed his fangs, licking at the skin he had pierced as he continued to thrust his hips up into me, searching for his own release.

As my soul came floating back to my body I leaned forward and kissed him, biting at his lower lip as our sweat-coated bodies stuck to one another as he continued to move inside me.

He came with a groan—our bodies continuing to move in slow languid movements as I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him.

Eventually, we both came back down, our breathing labored—I could still feel the rapid beat of his heart under mine. Slowly I slipped off of him, my body heavy with exhaustion as I found a place next to his side.

Our limbs were still intertwined—we were a mess, but I didn’t care.

My eyelids were heavy with a haze of lust and exhaustion. Luka pulled up the blanket around us and I moved in closer tohim. Slowly our breath evened out as we both drifted towards sleep.

This was never how I imagined this would go. I had never let myself think what it might look like if I let Luka in again. If I let myself accept this marriage wasn’t any arranged marriage—that it was an arranged marriage to Luka. To my friend. To someone I care so deeply for. I never let myself think about what it might look like to be happy in this marriage with him. I was too preoccupied with trying to protect myself.

What did this mean for us? What would our future look like? Would he move to the Star Court? Would we have children one day? Did I want children? Did Luka want children?

“Stop.” Luka’s voice pulled me back to reality as he smoothed his hand through my hair.

“I can hear you overthinking. I can feel you tensing.”

I sighed. “There’s so much we haven’t figured out yet.”

“I know, but we don’t have to decide all that now. We have time.”

Time.We have time.

We have our whole lives in front of us. The idea was terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I had a whole life with Luka to look forward to that had yet to be decided.

“We will figure it out,” I repeated. Some of the tension left my body.

I listened to the rise and fall of his chest as sleep crept in.

“Thank you.” I didn’t know if he was sleeping yet. I hoped he was still awake. “Thank you for giving me time.”

“I would have waited countless decades for this time with you.”

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