Page 16 of His Queen

“What’s your confession, Hummingbird?” he rasps.

“Um…” My eyes roll closed as I lean my head back against his chest. “I, uh…there’s a part of me that likes it when you get all…Jesus,” I moan as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“A part of you what?”

“A part of me likes it when you get all…possessive.”

I don’t have eyes on the side of my head, but I’m pretty sure I can feel him smile against my ear.

“You like it when I want to kill a man who touches you?”

“Not my finest quality.”

He reaches farther down, the tip of his finger prodding at my entrance. My body burns for him to slip a finger inside me, but he merely teases my sensitive flesh with soft, slow strokes.

“Were you really going to let me sleep in another bed?

“Definitely.”

He slicks a finger through my slit, and I know his finger is coated with my arousal. “And what would you have done if you woke up in the middle night, horny and wanting my cock?”

“We have a drawer full of toys. I’m sure I’d find something in there that can give me what I need.”

Abruptly, he pulls his hand from between my legs, grabbing my chin and forcing my head to the side in an awkward position so our eyes can meet. Fiery blue irises blaze with regal possession that penetrates my every bone.

“No goddamn toy will give you what you need. What you need is my cock. And if I ever find out that you got so horny and out of control you had to fuck a dildo instead of my dick, I will tie your ass to that bed, strap a wand to your thigh and have that shit work your clit until you’re right at that edge of euphoria, only to make it stop and leave you on that cusp of pleasure for fucking hours.”

Nothing in the tenor of his voice or his hardened stare gives me the sense that he’s remotely kidding right now.

I swallow hard, keeping my eyes on him with my head bent backward. “You said you liked it when I use toys.”

“When I’m there to watch. Don’t let me find out you use that shit without me.”

He lets go of my face, and I move my neck from side to side as I turn to face him. “What if you’re in a different country.”

“Then we’ll fucking FaceTime. Take off your top.” He moves to the chest of drawers, leans down, and opens the bottom drawer.

“What are you doing?”

“There are three things you need to do right now. Shut up. Strip. And do as I say.” He grabs one of the suction cup dildos, and my breath catches in my throat. As he stalks toward me, oozing sin from his every pore, I suck on my bottom lip, clenching my thighs because whenever Nicoli Del Rossa gets that glint in his eye, I know it will end with mind-blowing pleasure.

“I said strip.” The demand is there in his eyes. This man's authority over me is bone-deep, never leaving room for question. Sparks of electricity dance across my skin as I pull the spandex top over my head, then slide the tights down my legs.

He’s watching me, his gaze following my every movement. I doubt I’ll ever get tired of how he looks at me when I undress. It’s like he’s seeing me naked for the very first time every time.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something primal stirs within me.

Strands of midnight hair fall over his eyes as he holds the dildo close to my mouth. “Lick it,” he demands, sending a shiver down to my core, his demand arousing me beyond belief.

With my eyes locked on his, I drag my tongue along the suction cup, making an erotic show of it, my mind a frenzy of racing thoughts. Then, with bated breath, I watch as he secures the dildo on my pink exercise ball, and I know exactly what he’s about to demand of me next.

“While I take my sweet time getting out of these clothes, you are going to slide your pussy over this rubber dick and fuck it.”

“What if it’s your cock I want?”

He reaches out and takes my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips against mine with a ghost of a kiss. “Oh, you’ll get my cock, baby girl. But first, I want to see you ride that ball.”

His full lips crash against mine, and he kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. It’s hard and unyielding, an outpouring of lust and affection sealed with his tongue against mine. A symphony of spice and bourbon blows from his mouth to mine, and I’m lapping at the taste of it. Savoring it. Getting drunk on it. Our mouths fight for dominance, our teeth clashing as we slip deeper into one another. I don’t realize we’re moving until he places his arms on my shoulders and severs our kiss. “Sit. Down.”

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