Page 20 of Consort of the Crime Queen

I let out an anguished groan. But I've missed this connection with her so much, this intimate dance where she teaches me how much my body needs her touch, both familiar and new, every sensation heightened by our time apart. I run my hands over her long, long legs, wrapped around me.

"I missed you so much," I tell her, and she slides her hands under the water, down over my stomach, heading closer to where I'm so desperate to have them. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes?—"

She caresses my inner thighs, fingers teasingly close to where I ache for her touch. "I missed you too," she murmurs against my ear, her breath hot on my damp skin. "But we have all night to make up for lost time."

I let out a needy little whine as her fingers trail up my inner thighs, hips bucking involuntarily, but Hadria holds me firmly in place with her strong grip. I've missed this, missed her commanding presence, the way she effortlessly takes control and makes me melt.

"Please," I gasp out, squirming against her. "Please touch me, Hadria."

She gives a long, low hum as her fingers slide feather-light over my slit. "You'd like me to stroke this little kitty, make you purr?"

"Yes."

And her fingers finally part my folds, tapping against my hard, sensitive clit. It's been too long since I felt her touch there, and she plays with me, teasing at first, then diving deeper as she explores. Her other hand slips back up my stomach, cupping one breast, massaging with a firm grip, pinching my nipple hard while her fingers tease and dance over my clit. "Come on, sweetheart. Let me know how much you like it. Don't hold back."

I stop biting at my lip and moan without shame for her as she slides one finger inside me slowly, waiting for any signs of discomfort before moving on. There are none; instead she feels my muscles clenching around her finger greedily.

"You're so hot inside," she whispers. "Like a little furnace."

She adds another finger and then a third, stretching me slowly as she works her way in deeper. My moans get louder as she begins to thrust in and out slowly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each motion while pinching and twisting at my nipples, harder than she ever has before—and God, it's exactly what I need. I'm writhing under her hands now, desperate for more. I whine and buck against her, but she only holds me tighter.

"Please," I gasp out between gasps for air, gripping the sides of the tub as she continues to torment me.

"Please what?" she asks, her fingers plunging in a regular rhythm, brushing my clit at the same time, over and over, pushing me closer and closer.

"Please let me come," I breathe, my body trembling with need. "Please, Hadria." My voice cracks with desire.

She smirks against my shoulder—I can feel her lips curving up—then begins to work another finger inside me until I'm filled up. "You're sure you can't take any more?" she asks, amused, fucking her hand into my soaking pussy in deep strokes, each one echoed by a hard pinch of my nipples.

"No!" I squeal out, throwing my head back against her as she slams into me again and again. "Please—I need to—" My words are lost in the sounds of pleasure escaping me as she takes control of my body. The water sloshes around us and finally, finally, her lips find my ear, and?—

"Alright, little sunbeam. Come for me."

She was right about the stars. They dance behind my closed eyelids as I fall apart on her fingers, my whole body seizing up as I crash over the edge into bliss, my pussy clamping hard on Hadria's fingers. Waves of pleasure roll through my body and I let out a long, choking moan, shaking all over.

"Oh, that's it, that's my good girl," Hadria murmurs, working me through my climax until I'm completely spent. I slump back against her, breathing hard, enjoying the lingering aftershocks still coursing through me and letting out a whimper when she pulls her fingers free from my sensitive flesh.

"Greedy little thing," she teases, licking up the side of my water-damp face. I've managed to splash half the water of the tub, just about. I turn, sloshing and splashing, and kiss her, hard.

"I am," I tell her. "Greedy for you."

"Good," she says, taking my face in her hands. "Because I plan to ride that sweet little mouth until I come—as soon as we get out of this bathtub and into a bed."

CHAPTER 11

Hadria

We get out and dry ourselves quickly, and then I pull Aurora over to the bed and help her nestle into the pillows. I straddle her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. Our bodies nearly touch but not quite. I want to ratchet up my need until I can't stand it any further. "You're mine," I murmur, brushing my lips over hers. "All mine."

"Forever." Her arms wind around me and I let her pull me down onto her, her mouth seeking mine with a hunger that mirrors my own. I grind against her as her thigh slips between mine, reveling in the friction, in the slick heat at my center. And Aurora's fire is building again too, her hips bucking against me, wordlessly begging for more.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. Her pulse flutters under my tongue, racing to match my own. I cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh again, pinching her nipples until they pebble under my touch and she's whimpering with need.

A fierce surge of possessiveness floods me. She is mine, now and always, and I will never, ever let Nero get near her again.

I rise up to my knees, straddling her waist, and look down at her naked form. She's exquisite, even bruised and banged-up after her night on the run—especially so, knowing that each mark is proof positive of her desperation to get back to me.

I'm a little ashamed at the dark pleasure that thought gives me. I would never wish for Aurora to be in pain.

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