Page 162 of Merciless Queen

“Never is a long time.”

“I know.”

I lift onto my knees and shuffle so his cock is lined up with my pussy before stroking him, enjoying the feel of his heat in my palm entirely too much. He makes noises that’ll utterly destroy my will if I allow him to.

Maybe, soon I will.

I dip down until his cockhead enters me, and pause. A guttural noise comes from his chest, a rumble I feel throughout my entire body. He pulls his arms down, and we’re both aware he’s stronger than I am so with little effort, he could be free.

Although the feeling of him inside me is nearly too good to handle, the sound of his denial when I lift off him is even better.

“Please.”

“Hm, maybe.”

I lower again, taking him two inches inside me, enjoying the way he lets himself go for me. Hands his control over and doesn’t fight to take over. He’s loving this as much as I am, and when his head rolls forward, it’s with a stare so hungry, so dominating, I nearly give him what he wants. Until I don’t, and lift up again.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

And you’re going to give me life.

“I’m enjoying myself.”

This time, when I lower myself on him, I grant us both the release we’re craving and sink down entirely, feeling him at a different angle than when he had me against the tree. My hand tightens around the belt to keep him in place when my limbs feel heavier, washed with bliss.

Zeno’s head ducks down and he takes a nipple between his teeth, nibbling lightly. I nearly chide him for acting out of turn, but it feels way too right, so I stop caring. My back arches into him as I lift onto my knees, pulling off his cock until only his head remains before sinking all the way again. I do it again and again, taking us both to new heights.

“Bellissima.”

“Dio, ti amo.”

“Non fermarti, cazzo.”

Strings of what I assume are praises, if the expression on his face is any indication, spurs me to take him faster, harder. He thrusts beneath me while I control the depth and intensity and rock my hips so he rubs on my clit, sending sparks throughout my body.

With my free hand, I cup his face, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “Don’t hurt me, Zeno. That’s all I ask.”

I wouldn’t survive him, not again. Betrayal from him wouldn’t be like my shitty family. It wouldn’t be brushed aside with a bit of rage and trauma. No, Zeno would break me. I’d like to claim not, but it’s a suspicion I have deep down. It’d be one battle I wouldn’t be a victor in.

“Never.” The way he says it sounds likeI love you.

My hold on the belt weakens, my craving to have him touch me growing until the two contradict each other. I drop his arms.

“Finally.”

He shakes himself free before hauling me against his chest, ensuring there isn’t a gap between us the wind can seep between. His hand fists my hair, tilting my head back until he’s able to attack my neck, while his other arm bands around my waist, pushing me down onto him as my thrusts quicken, the pleasure inside me expanding.

We’re two animals fucking in the woods, matching one another’s craving. I’m mindless on him, trying to keep a pace we can both survive while he holds me like I’m his everything. With a domination I don’t mind, that makes my body tight and loose at the same time.

His teeth nip my collarbone, his breath warm against my skin alongside more Italian phrases growled from the deepest parts of him.

“I’m…going to…come,” I manage between thrusts.

His hand tightens in my hair, and I take that as permission.

“Me too,” he growls against my neck.

I dig my knees in and go harder, granting him permission too.

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