Page 43 of Stolen Queen

She’s equating me with her father and it pisses me off. I step closer, unable to resist the pull of her. I realize my mistake too late as my hand cups her cheek again and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. It takes every ounce of self-control not to claim her lips right then and there.

"Are you sure?" I give her one last chance to back out.

“I’m sure.”

That's all it takes. I crush my lips to hers, pouring all my pent-up desire into the kiss. She responds eagerly, her hands fisting in my shirt as she presses herself against me. An inferno erupts inside me.More, more, more, runs like a mantra in my head.

I turn us and lift her, setting her on the table as I wrap her legs around my waist and grind my cock into the V between her thighs. She makes a whimpering sound and tightens her legs around me, pulling me closer.

I growl as desperate need claws at me. The kiss grows hotter. My tongue sweeps through her mouth as my hands slide up to cup her tits. Fucking hell. They’re soft and round and full. Her nipples are hard. I rock my hips against hers, feeling the heat of her arousal against my cock even through our pants. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to claim her fully. To rip our clothes off and sink into her virgin pussy.

But a small voice in my head is sounding a warning. She deserves better than a fast fuck on the table. I groan as I pull away. My body screams in complaint.

She looks up at me, her lips full and swollen from my kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“This…” I can’t find the words.

She takes my hand and presses it over her tit. “I want you to touch me like in my dream.”

I groan. She’s making this too difficult. I’m not strong enough or decent enough to do the right thing.

I scoop Ava up off the table and carry her to my bed. She's soft and warm in my arms, and it feels so good to have her against me. Maybe I’d have more control if I’d been indulging my sexual fantasies lately. But I haven’t. I haven't fucked a woman since that night with Ava at the bar. How could I when everywhere I look, Ava is there? She's surely going to be the end of me.

As I lay her down on my bed, I know I'm lost. There's no going back from this, no pretending she doesn't affect me in ways no other woman ever has.

I kiss her slowly, tenderly, trailing my lips down her neck and back up to her ear, breathing in her scent. I pull back to look into her eyes, wanting to make sure she’s not afraid. Her eyes are wide and dark with desire. It fuels my fire, so I lean in and kiss her again, harder and deeper this time.

I remind myself that she’s asked for me to touch her like I did in her dream. “Tell me how I touched you.”

“Your hands on my body.”

I push her shirt up, free her tits from her bra, and knead them with my hand. She sighs and arches into me. Her eyes close. Her neck is exposed as her head tilts back. It’s so fucking beautiful. I want to suck her tits, but it doesn’t sound like that’s what I did in her dream.

Her hand covers my wrist and tugs it down over her stomach and lower. I follow her lead, undoing the button of her jeans, lowering the zipper to expose lacy pale pink panties. I wish they were red or black. Pale pink reminds me of her innocence.

I look down on her face as I slide my hand under her panties to the nest of curls between her thighs. Holy hell, she’s so fucking wet.

She looks up at me through her lashes, hesitation flashing across her face. And so I stop. I don’t remove my hand, but neither do I stroke her clit.

“Second thoughts?” I ask. “Or was this not in your dream?”

Her cheeks turn that adorable shade of pink again. “It was in my dream.”

“Should I stop?”

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”

I wait a moment just in case she changes her mind. Her hips tilt up, telling me her body wants more. I give her a kiss as my finger slides closer to her heat. Then I lift my head, needing to see her reaction when I touch her sweet spot. My finger brushes over her clit.

She gasps, her eyes widening, but not in fear. It’s more like surprise.

I make slow circles around the hard nub. “Feel good?”

“Yes.” She moans and arches again. I’m fascinated by watching her reaction. It tames the wild beast inside me.

My fingers trace circles around her entrance, teasing her. I slide one finger inside her. She gasps, her eyes flying open as I feel her tight, wet heat. No man has ever touched her like this. Pressure wells in my chest at that thought. I feel the weight of responsibility, awe at the trust she’s put in me. I don’t feel worthy, and yet, I so fucking want to be worthy.

She clutches at my shirt as she arches her back, her legs opening as if she wants more. I slide two fingers into her tightpussy. She sucks in a breath. Her body goes taut and bows against me. Her pussy clamps down hard around my fingers, and a hot rush of her release coats my hand.

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