Page 46 of Midnight Queen

Tears run down her face, but she doesn’t make any move to try and push me away. She stays put and takes what I give her. I hold her there, depriving her of oxygen for a moment longer before letting her go.

She takes in a greedy gulp of air.

“Good girl,” I praise, wiping the saliva from her bottom lip. “Come for me, Quincey.”

On her knees before me, she comes apart on her fingers. It’s a sight so stunning it should be photographed and hung on a wall. If I wasn’t the selfish bastard I am, I would do it, but I refuse to allow anyone else to see such beauty. It’s something I will greedily keep to myself.

She falls forward, resting her forehead against my thigh when the blinding ecstasy is done firing through her nerves.

She’s still breathing hard when I scoop her up under her arms and place her back on her unstable feet, facing the bed.

“Hold on to the bedpost and don’t let go,” is my only instruction before I’m pulling her hips back and lining the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Don’t ever doubt who I am again,Mon Soleil,” I warn close to her ear as my hips flex and I bury myself in her.

My chances of ever entering the pearly gates of heaven burned to the ground when my human life ended and my life as a vampire began. Each life I took, each drop of blood I spilled, solidified my slow descent to hell. I came to terms with my fate a long time ago, but I was wrong in thinking I’d never get to experience heaven.

My heaven is having the walls of Quincey’s cunt quiver and flex around my cock.

“Silas!” she gasps as her pussy stretches to accommodate me.

I’m momentarily captivated by the way her heat seeps into my body and becomes something we share between us. I don’t think I will ever get used to the way it spreads through me, igniting even the coldest and darkest places. The echoing cavity in my chest warms and I can feel her heartbeat there. I once said her heart beats for the both of us, but this confirms it.

“Because of you, I no longer miss the sun,” I rasp once I regain the ability to form words. “And as long as I can fuck your pussy, I will be able to remember what it’s like to bask in its rays. My own personal sun, indeed.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” she promises, her hands flexing on the bedpost. “Only yours.”

My hand wraps around the silky strands of her spun-gold hair, before I forcibly yank her head back, making her back bow. “Forever yours,” I correct as I take her mouth once more in a heated kiss.

She kisses me back with vigor but breaks away to moan against my lips as I pull back and slice back inside of her, giving her that friction she so desperately needs.

Her hand lifts from the bedpost and I snarl, sinking my blunt teeth into her shoulder in warning. “I said keep them there.” My tongue laves over the teeth marks I’d created.

“One day you’ll really bite me,” she breathes out, sounding almost wistful at the idea. Only someone as strong as Quincey would offer her blood to me when, only a week ago, a madman was threatening to drain her dry.

My throat burns and my gums tingle at the thought of sinking my fangs into her. I’ve tasted her blood, and it’s all but ruined all other blood for me. Nothing else compares to the sweet flavor of Quincey’s..

Snaking my hand around to her front, I slip my fingers through her soaked pussy and begin to massage her clit once more. “You keep offering things you shouldn’t be,” I scold. “You’re so eager to play with monsters.”

Her breath hitches in her throat as I create a steady rhythm with my deep thrusts and swirling fingers. “I’m not offering anything, I’m demanding it. Monsters don’t scare me, but I encourage you to keep trying.” Completely ignoring my order, she releases the bedpost and twists her arm back so she can cup my face. “I’m not going anywhere, so shut the fuck up and get on board, Silas.” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth before biting down. Hard. “I don’t have fangs, but I can bite too.”

I growl against her mouth, “Are you telling me what to do,Mon Soleil?” My fingers pinch her clit and stroke deep inside of her, bottoming out against her cervix. Quincey groans loudly and her knees begin to buckle from the sensation. Before she can lose her balance, I pick her up and toss her back on the bed on her back. “Do you think that’s a wise thing to do? How exactly do you think this will end for you?”

Her legs hook around my hips, the heels of her feet dig into my ass as she drags me back to her center. “There’re a couple options, but I’m leaning toward the one where I’m fucked so hard, I forget how to pronounce my own name.”

She’s not wrong. My only response is to grab hold of her hips and thrust back inside her.

There are no more words or sentiments to be spoken, I take her like a man gone mad. Quincey rises up on her elbows so she can watch my cock disappear in and out of her wet cunt. Her teeth sink so hard into her lip, I’m surprised she doesn't draw blood.

The shivers run down my back, building at the base of my spine and through my thighs, alerting me of my impending release. “Get there,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Touch yourself and come with me.”

In a frantic manner, she rubs her clit as I continue my brutal pace inside of her. Her walls flutter around my cock and the muscles of her abdomen tighten.

Blinding white pleasure rips through me, cutting through my black soul, taking all the bad with it. For a blissful second, I’m only aware of the woman who’s coming violently around my cock.

She’s the woman who holds whatever remains of my heart.

She’s the peace in my hurricane, but still a storm in her own right.

And as she’s forced me to realize, she’s a queen.

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