Page 58 of Stolen Queen

“I’m sure.” I’m so sure I’m about to rip his clothes off and take charge.

His expression is torn. “I’ll try not to hurt you. I’ll try to be gentle, but?—”

“For God’s sake, Matteo, stop talking and start touching me.”

His brows rise in surprise. Then he smiles. “Well, alright, then.” He kisses me, harder, darker than before. His hands roam my body, undressing me. I arch into his touch, whimpering with need.

He slides my panties off, tossing them aside, followed by my bra. He very unceremoniously pushes me back until I fall on the bed. With a smirk on his face, he undresses. I watch, completely rapt, as his body is revealed. I’m desperate to touch him.

He stalks to me, climbing on the bed and over me. He starts to open his mouth, but I press my fingers over his lips. “Stop asking if I’m sure.”

He nips at my fingers. “Get ready to be thoroughly fucked, Ava.”

His words send a firestorm through me. His hands trace a path down my body, making me shiver. He leans over, licking my nipple and then sucking it into his mouth.

“Yes,” I say on a gasp as I hold his head to me. My body is on fire, pleasure filling it from head to toe.

He moves lower and lower, but I reach out to stop him. “I don’t want that.”

His gaze looks up at me. “You don’t like it?”

“I do like it, but I want… you know.”

He smirks. “I know what?”

I give him a look. “You know.”

He shakes his head. “If you can’t say it, you can’t have it.”

I let out a little growl. “Your dick.”

“You will, Princess. But your first time, you need to be ready. Really ready.”

“But what if I come?”

He laughs, and it annoys me because it's like he's mocking my innocence. “I’ll make you come again. And again. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

I doubt it, but okay.

His tongue flicks against me and immediately, my body shudders from the flood of pleasure.

“So wet and delicious,” he murmurs as his tongue plays with my clit. He slips a finger inside me and groans. “My cock can’t wait to get into your tight pussy.”

If spontaneous combustion is a real thing, I’m about to experience it. His finger strokes inside me while his lips suck and lick my folds. I’m a whimpering mess when everything inside me implodes and then explodes. My body bucks wildly as my orgasm rushes through me like a tsunami.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls. He reaches to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. Like a man with a lot of experience, he opens it and rolls it on.

He positions himself over me. “Open up, Ava.” He pushes my thighs open and up. Then he thrusts against me… in me.

My breath stalls as a pinch of pain and immense pressure overwhelm me. I cry out and grip his arms as he levers over me. He feels entirely too big.

“Breathe, Princess. Relax.” There’s no missing the strain in his voice as he stills, seeped inside me. I do as he says, taking a long breath and with my exhale, letting my muscles ease.

“That’s it,” he says, leaning down and flicking his tongue over my nipple. I feel it straight to my center, which squeezes around him.

“Ah, fuck… so tight.” He rocks against me. His movements are barely perceptible, yet they send waves of pleasure rippling through my body. He kisses my neck, nuzzling against my skin with tenderness. Every touch sends tingles through me, stealing the breath from my lungs.

As helpless moans escape my lips, he pulls back just far enough to meet my gaze. “Do you feel me?”

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