Page 44 of Midnight Queen

Even after what she’s been through, she knows I could never hurt her. While the hands of another man left her with scars, she willingly puts her life in mine.

Her lips part, granting me access when I run my tongue along the seam. I groan when her tongue boldly meets mine. Nothing about this kiss is a well-orchestrated dance. It isn’t neat or graceful. It’s chaotic and messy. It’s full of desperate need.

The fear I’ve had of causing her further harm vanishes the second her other hand palms my stiffening cock through my slacks. I didn’t realize just how hard I’d been suppressing my craving for her all week. It roars to life inside of me like a wildfire. It’s just as out of control and unpredictable as a real fire.

“I’m right here,” I rasp, biting into her plump bottom lip with blunt teeth. “I didn’t go anywhere. I’m still the man you want, but more importantly, I’m the man you fuckingneed.”

“Yes.” She hisses out a breath of pain but doesn’t try to escape me. I lick the sting away, making her smile. “I need you.Onlyyou.”

My hand drops from her throat, but before she has time to protest, I’m picking her up off the ground. In her next breath, we’re across the room and her back is hitting the cream-colored comforter covering her mattress.

The four-post bed skids across the hardwood floor from the force of our momentum, making a loud screeching noise. Despite the heated moment, this still causes a breathy laugh.

My hope for us is that no matter how dark things may become, she remains light enough to laugh.

Quincey tries to sit up, but I push her back down flat by pressing a kiss to the center of her chest, right between the bandages that sit there.

On reflex, her hands raise and attempt to cover the evidence of what happened to her from me. I feel her breath hitch and her heartbeat speeds up, but I don’t stop. I wish a kiss to those wounds would be enough to heal them, to wash away the memory of them, but I know like the scars, the memories are here to stay.

I push her hands away with a terse shake of my head. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Quincey. Bear your scars to me so I may cherish each one of them. They tell your story, and I want to read each beautifully painful chapter of it.”

She doesn't say anything in return, but her blue eyes lock with mine and her hands drop back to the comforter, allowing me to see her once more.

Trailing kisses down her chest, I pause at her black bra. Taking the offensive fabric in my hands, I tear it from her body. The clothing isn’t fully removed before I’m taking one of her taut nipples in my mouth. She groans, her back arching off the bed, when I clamp the bud between my teeth.

I want to savor each inch of her, but my ability to go slow has gone to hell. I need to taste her on my tongue again.Now.

My fingers grip the hem of her jean shorts. They fit loose on her hips due to a week of lacking an appetite. I yank the denim off her body, taking the black thong underneath with it.

It doesn’t matter how many scars are added, Quincey’s naked body will continue to be the most amazing sight for me to behold.

Gripping her ankles, I yank her toward the edge of the bed, so her legs dangle off the side.

I don’t give her a warning or build up to it. Dropping to my knees between her spread thighs, her bare feet on my shoulders, I take her in my mouth. At the first swipe of my tongue through her sweet cunt, she calls out my name in a gasp. A sound I will never forget, no matter how many years I live.

My arms curl around her legs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Bruises are only acceptable on her body if I’m the one who left them. They are reminders that I claimed what is mine.

“The sweetest thing,” I purr against her slick flesh. “I love the way your body responds to me. You’re already wet for me,Mon Soleil.”

Her hands tear at the comforter before she fists it in her grasp and her head thrashes back and forth. “Fuck.”

My tongue circles her clit teasingly, making her buck against my face.

“More, Silas,” she pleads.

“I’ll give you everything you need. Anything you want, it’s all yours.”

Releasing one of her thighs, I sink two fingers into her heat at the same time I suck her sensitive clit into my mouth. Her hand releases the bedding, and her fingers delve into my hair. She pulls on the strands as I continue to devour her like a starved man.

Iama starved man; a week is too long to wait to have her. It’s an astonishing thought that I was ever capable of functioning without her.

When her thighs begin to shake and the walls of her cunt flutter around my fingers, I retract away from her, depriving her of the release she was so close to achieving.

Quincey cries out, her hands grappling at me in an attempt to pull me back to her center, but I shake my head slowly at her. “Not yet,” I tell her.

She attempts to pull herself up, but before she has the chance, I grab her ankles and violently turn her onto her stomach on the bed.

“Wha—” she begins to ask, but her question is replaced with a shocked gasp when my palm connects with her ass cheek.

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