Page 160 of Merciless Queen

She lifts onto her toes to brush her mouth against mine, more uncertain and tentative than ever before. She’s not the woman I met in the club; there’s a new softness to her, and I realize I’m enjoying it. I like every aspect of her. Cold and hard. Warm and soft.

I clutch her tight to my chest, all the while feeling my heart explode into a million and one pieces as I walk her backwards until we hit the tree. A small sound releases from her lips.

Her admittance unlocks a part of us both and there is no more being gentle.

Our kiss is ravenous, hungry,needy. Nails skate up my side, yanking my shirt with it. She’s quick to pull it over my head and replace her touch, which I’m very close to getting tattooed onto my skin. She reaches for my belt, but I arch away, going for her shirt instead.

“Oh...” Her brows lift. “You think because I handed myself over to you in the club, that arrangement was permanent?”

“I know it was.”

I lift her up by her ass until she’s pinned between the tree and me. Her legs snake my waist, nails making jagged red lines over my shoulders, marking me as hers.

I take her mouth again, only breaking to peel her top off. Her breasts feel amazing in my hand, so full and warm, and her head falls against the bark, her low moan joining the sounds of the birds. I kiss from her lips over toward the sensitive place behind her ear, lingering there to enjoy the sound of her breaths evaporating. My lips journey downwards over the curve of her breasts and toward her budded nipples, every sound she makes sending signals to my cock.

“Am I too heavy? Your injury?” Her questions are fragmented, but I understand the meaning.

I grind against her instead of replying. When I don’t place her down, she’ll get that the injury is secondary to her. Our position allows her to feel everything she’s done to me. This won’t be slow, not right now. After all we’ve been through, Vanessa and I deserve to blow up the forest.

“Keep your legs around me,” I order and begin working her leggings off. Damn material, stretchy or otherwise, is too tight and after impatience has me nearly ready to burn down the factory that creates these fucking things, I give up and tear the material.

“Ass. These are my favourite.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

Since I’ve already destroyed some of her clothing, I rip her panties too, discarding them by my feet. Once she’s bare, she’s entirely too tempting not to touch. A forest nymph in her own way, I stroke my fingers between her legs, encasing them in her heat.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“I’d feel better around your cock,” she says cheekily and a bit out of breath.

“Working on that.” Tearing my fingers away, I finish the job she began earlier and undo my belt, unsnap my jeans, and shove them down.

I’m already partially hard from her kiss alone, so with a few quick strokes, I’m ready. I press against her, grazing her clit with my cock, making her wet enough to take me.

She rocks her hips, trying to grind harder. Her nails scrape at my shoulders and she gasps, “Zeno, inside me. I need you.”

I need you too. In ways you don’t yet realize.

But she will.

I grasp my length and shift slightly to re-angle myself at her entrance before pushing inside a few inches. She gasps again, but takes me easily, and I pull out once to recoat myself before sinking in all the way, her loud moan my new favourite sound.

“You’re all mine, Miss Volkov. All fucking mine.”

And then I fuck her like she’s still my enemy, but claim her as my everything.

Zeno isn’t gentle.

If this is his love, his possessiveness, then it’s everything I crave—and everything I thought I’d despise.

My back scrapes against the bark, but the pain is swept away by the pleasure building in my core. With our angle, he manages to get deep inside, and every thrust sends me one step closer to the afterlife.

He buries his head into my neck, trailing not-so-gentle nips along my collarbone. I hope they leave marks. Zeno isn’t just any man. He’s mine, and I crave being marked by him. Exactly as I plan to do the same to him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.Tutto mio.”

I smile, his next thrust sending a rippling pleasure throughout my core. My legs tighten around his waist, needing him as close as physically possible. It won’t take me long, not with this position. Not after giving myself over to him.

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