Page 3 of His Queen

“I love watching you. To see how your nipples harden with each passing second. The way you subtly curve your back, pushing your breasts forward, silently begging me to touch them. Palm them. Suck them.” His voice is liquid, his tone fire. “The sight of your pussy going from a slight glisten to drenched, swollen and beautiful fucking pink.”

God, his words are razor-sharp, and it’s cutting straight through me, leaving me a quivering mess. His every word ignites a desire in me that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I constantly burn for him, my body yearning for his touch as if it never had it before, even though I indulge in it every night. It seems impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. We’re like addicts craving our next hit even though we’re still high on ecstasy.

The air is thick, the anticipation pulsing and crackling, seduction electrified around us. At the same time, I imagine him looking at me from under those thick, dark lashes—his eyes hooded and gaze hot. The thought alone slicks up my sex even more.

“You are beautiful, Hummingbird,” he continues. “There is no better vision than you, naked and turned the fuck on.”

“Then why make me sit here in this chair when I can sit on your cock right now?”

“Besides the fact that I can look at you all fucking day, I love watching you squirm.”

“Keep me on this velvet cushion for much longer, and you’ll be watching me come. Without you.”

“You think I mind you coming without me?” He scoffs. “Oh, baby girl. Watching you make yourself come is even better.”

I hear the mattress creak, and I imagine he’s standing. My breaths come out rapidly, heat slowly spreading up my chest, and I gasp when I feel his fingers brush along the inside of my thigh. “What are you doing?”

“I want to watch you make yourself come.” He’s so close, I can smell his wild-spice aftershave. The space between us is charged with an energy that’s constantly pulsing between us, and I’m tugging at the restraints around my wrists because all I want to do is reach out and touch him. Kiss him. Taste him. Let him taste me.

Moans drift from my lips as his hands move between my legs, but he doesn’t touch me there. It’s like he’s purposely avoiding my sex, knowing the faintest caress could send me over the edge.

There’s a slight tug, and the cushion beneath me shifts forward, and my naked ass sinks onto half of it. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you need to make yourself come.”

A whimper escapes my lips as velvet gets pushed against my pussy as Nicoli bunches it up between my legs, giving me what I need—just like he said—to make me come. Friction.

“There.” Nicoli slides his hand across my exposed chest, not stopping until he rests two fingers just below my lip with a light touch. Everything is dark, but it’s like I can see his sapphire eyes staring down as he towers over me. “You’re practically coming already. Aren’t you?”

I arch against the pillow, an orgasm building, starting with a simmer underneath my skin. My fingers curl against the restraints, my breaths coming out in ragged pants. “You have the talent to drive me crazy.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

I rock my hips. I’m so turned on, the slightest brush against the soft fabric is so fucking intense, I can’t make myself stop. And while I’m moving, I can feel him watching me, his silence screaming his desire to watch me climax.

“I’d much prefer your cock,” I say, squirming against the soft fabric teasing my swollen clit.

“And you’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you. But, first, I want to watch you fuck that pillow.”

“What are we? Twelve?”

I gasp when he grabs my jaw, fingers biting into my skin. “Fuck the pillow, Mira.”

“It would be easier if you didn’t have my legs tied to this chair.”

“There’s no fun in easy.” He lets go of my face. “Besides, judging by how drenched your cunt is, it won’t take you long to get off.”

I roll my waist, giving my pussy a long, sleek brush of velvet, and it starts to drive me insane. “Nicoli,” I breathe, the ache intensifying with each passing second.

“What is it, Hummingbird?”

“I need you.” With gentle, controlled thrusts, I rub my pussy over the cushion, falling deeper under the spell of desire.

“Need me to do what?”

My lips part, and I ease my head back, the sensations taking control. “To fuck me.”

“I will. But I want to watch you come first.”

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