Page 59 of Stolen Queen

That’s a dumb question, but as I look into his eyes, I realize he’s asking me to focus on the sensations. When I do, I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Feel me in your tight pussy.”

I nod.

He moves again, this time sliding out a bit and then back in. The sensation is both intense and overwhelming. I'm filled with an indescribable pleasure that is quickly numbing the pain and discomfort.

“I want to fuck you so bad… so hard… I want to hear you scream my name.” His words send a new wave of erotic sensation through me.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

He moves again, this time a little more, a little faster. The pressure inside me builds, raw, primal, urgent. I arch my back, pushing my body closer to his. With each thrust, the pain fades further away, replaced by a white-hot need that consumes me in its ferocity.

"You like that, Ava?" he growls, raw desire filling his voice. "Do you want me to make you come on my cock?"

“Yes… yes… yes…”

He’s right. The sensations are a delicious torture. I want it to last and yet I also feel like I might die, it’s so intense.

Matteo lifts my hips off the bed and plunges deeper inside me. Each time he thrusts, he hits a spot inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyes. My cries grow louder, more desperate, and I cling to him.

"Come for me, Ava," he demands. "Come on my cock and show me how much you want this."

It's the last straw. I shatter, crying out as my body shakes violently through my orgasm. Pleasure blasts through me as my pussy pulses around him. In that moment, emotion sweeps through me. I’ve never felt so alive, so strong in my femininity. I know without a doubt that I want it to last. Not just this moment, but my relationship with Matteo.

It’s a hopeless dream. I understand that our only hope to get what we want, my freedom and his avoiding my father’s revenge, is for me to eventually leave.

I hold on to him, savoring the moment, so grateful to Matteo for giving me this one experience before my heart is broken.

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MATTEO

The ache inside me is a red-hot, burning need, an insatiable desire that only Ava can quench. Her body trembles beneath me, gripping me like a vise, driving me wild.

She moans as I kiss her neck, her head thrown back, eyes closed. She goes along with me, letting me take what I need. As I thrust inside her, I try to keep my movements under control, but it's hard. Her hands grip my arms tightly as if anchoring herself to me while I move against her, each thrust sending a megawatt jolt through my body. I don’t want to hurt her, but the intensity of my need makes it hard not to let my wilder side loose.

In this moment, we're two bodies losing ourselves in a moment of pure passion. It feels otherworldly, surreal yet incredibly real at the same time. Ava is more than just a conquest. She's becoming an addiction.

She comes again, her body writhing underneath me as she cries out. Her muscles clench around me, a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins triggering my orgasm. I grit my teeth as I pump inside her, every muscle in my body tenseand straining as my release blows through me like a hurricane, whipping and crashing through every cell in my body.

At this moment, I lose myself completely. There's no past or future, no obligations, no responsibilities. Just me and Ava and the passion consuming us both. It's raw and intense, almost painful but also incredibly good.

As the storm dies down and we catch our breath, I know I’ve crossed the line, but I don’t care. Not when having Ava in my arms feels so right.

I look down at her, hoping to hell she’s not regretting this. Her eyes are closed, but she has a sweet, sated smile on her face. It makes my heart thump hard in my chest to see it.

I pull out of her, needing to discard the condom. It's drenched in Ava's essence. For a moment, my heart hammers against my chest, fearing it might have broken.

She lets out a satisfied sigh, distracting me from the passing worry. "That was…”

“Amazing? Mind-blowing? Fucking awesome?” I offer.

“Yes, yes, and yes.”

“Hold on to that thought.” I take the condom and toss it in the trash in the bathroom. I return to her with a warm washcloth. Gently, I press it to her pussy, hoping she’s not too sore. “You sure you’re okay?”

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