Page 65 of Stolen Queen

He gives me a wan smile. “My brave little Princess.” He kisses me and tucks me close again.

I don’t say anything more because what is there to say? I've chosen my path. I'm choosing Matteo, and in doing so, I'm choosing a life that will be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But it's also a life filled with love, passion, and a sense of being alive that I've never known before.

Now I just have to convince him.

24

MATTEO

Iwake to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, and my eyes immediately find Ava's peaceful form nestled against me. Her dark waves spill across the pillow, and her lips are curved in a slight smile even as she sleeps. Is she dreaming of me?

Gazing at her, I'm struck by how much she's changed me. Before Ava, I was reckless, selfish, focused only on the thrill of the next conquest or score. But she inspires me to be better, to think beyond myself, to consider the consequences of my actions. For the first time, I find myself wanting to build something lasting, something meaningful. What a tragedy that I can’t.

The harsh reality is that keeping her here puts her in danger. The longer she stays, the greater the risk that someone will discover her.

I need to let her go, to give her the chance at a normal life far away from all this. But the thought of watching her walk away, of never seeing her again, twists like a knife in my gut. How can I give up the one person who makes me feel alive?

I slide my fingers over Ava's arm, lacing them through hers. Her eyes flutter open and her lips part in a lazy smile as she looks up at me.

"Good morning.” I bend down to brush a kiss against her forehead. Even that is different. I never snuggled with women, gave soft touches or kisses of affection.

"Good morning." She pushes me back and straddles me. “Is it normal to feel horny in the morning?”

“It’s normal to feel horny at any time.” I slip on a condom and then slide my fingers through her folds, helping her get wet before she fucks me in her new favorite position, on top.

“You’re not getting tired of this… with me?”

I sit up, my fingers threading through her hair as I pull her close. “Never.” It’s another new reality I’ve discovered. I can’t imagine ever having enough of her.

She sinks down over me, taking my dick deep inside her. I moan and lie back because it feels so fucking good. She begins to ride, and I’m mesmerized by her. The way her eyes are lit with fire. Her hair is a riotous, wanton mess. Her tits sway as she moves. She’s so fucking sexy and beautiful and perfect.

We move together, rising, reaching for the height of bliss.

“Oh, Matteo…”

I love hearing my name on her lips, especially in the throes of passion. “Come, baby, come on me.”

She throws her head back and lets out a cry as her pussy squeezes me tight.

“Fuck… so good.” I grip her hips, bucking up as I let go, let pleasure take me away.

She collapses over me, her head resting on my chest. We lie there, quiet, both knowing this is coming to an end but not wanting it to ruin this moment.

But all good things come to an end, right? At this time, I need to get my ass out of bed and to work.

“Sorry, Princess. I need to get up.”

She feigns pouting. “Too bad. What do I do if I get horny again?”

My dick twitches. “Wait for me.” I get out of bed and grab clothes as I head to the shower. When I finish, I find her still in bed. Still sexy. Still something I’m not allowed to keep.

“Can’t you play hooky?” She pinches her tits, knowing it will drive me nuts.

I groan and force myself to button my shirt. "As much as I'd love to, duty calls.”

“Too bad for you.”

“Too bad, indeed.” I should tell her to spend the day figuring out where she wants to go to start her new life. I know our time is running out and so I need to make her travel arrangements ASAP. But I can’t bring myself to ruin this perfect morning.

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