Page 142 of Merciless Queen

So I don’t.

She cries out as I place my mouth on her, my tongue burying inside her heat. Thighs clench my head, but I force them apart, keeping her wide open, her knees pinned to the side for my feasting.

And fucking feast, I do. Burying my tongue as deep as I can, using my teeth to tease her clit. In and out, licking her from the inside before flicking my tongue against her clit, hearing her cries bounce around the club in the same manner music later will. My hands massage her thighs, feeling raw strength when she tries to push against me.

“Zeno…”

God, I love my name on her lips. More than what’s rational. What’s right. Then again, I’ve long lost all rationale when it comes to this woman.

I make a rumbling sound as I spear her again, moving so my thumbs part her pussy lips. Once she’s spread, I devour. Destroy. Demand.

“Give it to me,signora.Let yourself go.”

“Z-Zeno!” Her body tenses, her stomach clenching with her intense quivers.

I love this. Love how I can make her fall apart with a mere flick of my tongue. I focus solely on her clit, flicking, licking, and nipping as her cries grow louder. So loud, they’ll be imprinted in my mind the same way her taste will. A lasting tattoo on my mental state.

Just when she’s on the brink, when her breath catches, I clamp my lips over her clit and feel her ride the wave as she moans through her orgasm, her hips both rocking against my mouth and stilling, like she’s physically unable to keep up with her body’s demands. Liquid floods from her, so I shift my mouth lower, catching it. Drinking it as much as I can as she makes a mess all over the leather couch.

“Holy…fuck,” she says through breathy pants as she comes down. “I-I?—”

I lift my head, feeling her desire coating my mouth and dripping onto my chin as I meet her sparkling gaze. “Yeah. You did.”

“I’ve never—” She clamps her lips shut, but the admittance is too far gone for me to un-hear it.

“Then let’s see if you can do it again.” With two fingers, I coat them in her desire and sink them inside her, curling until she gasps.

This won’t take long. Not with how sensitive she is, and how she sounds seconds from falling all over again. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I fuck her with them and lower my mouth back to her clit.

Within a moment, she’s tensing, her pussy impossibly snug around my fingers, and I can’t wait to feel her around my cock. She comes again with my mouth on her core, my fingers buried inside her, and my promise to always remember her this way.

As she comes down, I relinquish control of her thighs back to her. I could very well spend the rest of tonight, or as long as she allows me, eating her cunt, but if she’s only granting me this evening to enjoy her, then I plan on enjoyingeverypart of her.

I kneel up, practically climbing onto the couch to take her mouth. To show her exactly how she feels about me, even when she denies it herself. She moans into the kiss, her hand fisting the back of my hair as she takes us deeper, harder, and longer. Two leaders fighting for domination, except she soon concedes, submitting with another sigh.

I kiss from her mouth down to her shoulder and toward her collarbone, imprinting silent praises as I go. At the swell of her breasts, I murmur the final one aloud.“Dea.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Goddess.”

A goddess with an altar to worship at.

A queen with a throne to bow to.

A sin incarnation to be wicked with.

I’ll do it all.

First, I pull back, examining the state I’ve put her in. She’s completely undone and nothing like the straightlaced Pakhan she parades around as during the day. Her hair is rumpled, her skin dewy, her thighs a mess. But she’smymess.

At least, for now.

She’s watching me with hunger, need. It almost undoes me right here.Una dea, una regina; she’s everything, and I’ll be nothing, so long as I get to taste her again.

“Going to keep staring or planning on doing something about it?”

Oh, I’ll be doing something. As soon as my head can function again.

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