Page 82 of Regal Queen

He groaned, a deep, primal sound, wrapping around me like a silky velvet ribbon.

It sounded like stark desire, felt like passion and need.

It stoked the fire within me, and I whimpered in submission at the sound.

At this, he pulled back, his hand moving to my neck. Placing it there, his eyes fierce and savage, he stepped forward, pushing me into the heated stone walls with his hips.

I stared up at him, and what stared back was the measure of the man.

Bourbon, open and real, expressive and honest. A man who went after what he wanted and got it. A man stripped of everything except for his love for me. The connection between us buzzed like a live wire and I felt the instinctive need to claim and protect, just as he’d done to me.

"I have a question for you." My throat bobbed with the question, the uncertainty I felt.

His voice was soft and husky. "Ask me anything."

"Whom do I belong to, Bourbon?"

"Yourself." There was no hesitation in his voice.

"And who do you belong to?"

He stared down at me with that piercing gaze, staring straight into my heart, into my soul. "You, Rose. It's always been you, since the day we met. You have always been my Queen, the holder of my heart.”

I nodded. "You're right. You are mine, Bourbon."

His chest expanded as he took in a deep, hitched breath. "You love me, Rose?"

I nodded. “Yes."

"Do you belong to me as much as I belong to you?"

"Yes."

"I want you to really think about your answer Rose, to make sure that this is what you want. Because I'm a possessive man, and I never share. If you belong to me, you will never be with another man."

"I belong to you, Bourbon."

He growled, grabbing my waist to yank my legs up so that I was straddling him. "If you belong to me, I will put a fucking baby in you. I won't wait for the right time, Rose, because that time is right now. I want to be a father, a better man than my own, and I want that with you Rose. Not because I want to tie you to me, or because I want some kind of genetically amazing mafia baby, but because I love you, Rose. And there would be nothing more incredible that sharing that love with someone we create, together."

I nodded, feeling the tears sparking in my eyes. "Give me a baby, Bourbon. I want a family with you.”

“Fuck yes.” Growling, he pressed by back into the wall, kissing me. His hand moved up to my jaw, squeezing it as he claimed my lips with his own. He moaned, and his cock was hard against my stomach. He suddenly dropped me and, turning me around to pull my hips towards him, he slid up inside me. "You are mine now, Rose.” I was wet, dripping for him, my face pressed against the wall with him slamming up into me from behind. “I'm going to put a ring on your finger, and make you officially a King. Do you have a problem with that?"

I moaned against the stone tiles. "I want to be a King, Bourbon. I want to be tied to you forever."

“Oh god,” his pounding grew more desperate, and every inch of me felt every inch of him. He clasped the back of my neck, holding it tight to hammer into me deeper. His other fingers slid to my opening. Spreading open my pussy lips, he fingered me desperately. “Come with me, baby. Show me how much you want this. How much want me.”

Clinging to the wall, I rode the wave with him, chasing my high.

Together we were raw, primal, and desperate.

In that moment, Bourbon was alive and free. Unlocked. His walls smashed and crumbled.

He was mine, wholly and completely.

The pressure between my legs detonated at the same time as he came inside me, a deep, gravely groan ripping from his chest.

I rocked against him, giving in to my orgasm, pressing myself so that I was closer to him, flesh against flesh.

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