Page 26 of Red Queen

This is my ride to command and I slam into her over and over, her pussy clinging to me. I fuck her hard, deep and she moans, biting my throat, licking my skin, offering up her mouthwith a kiss and her cunt with a tilt of her hips. Her legs come about me and I ride that ocean she sets free. One made of fire and slick skin. And I move within her, each stroke deeper and harder than the last, driving us both toward the edge of ecstasy.

Our rhythm becomes frantic as we hurtle over that edge. We’re lost in the moment, our world reduced to the feel of skin on skin, the sounds of our moans and gasps filling the air.

Her walls tighten around me, rippling with her orgasm, the warmth and tightness consuming as she clenches over and over on my cock. Her release sends us both spinning into oblivion as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over us.

When our breaths return to normal, I undo her hands and pull her around me, rolling to my side. We remain entwined, hearts pounding in sync.

She’s fierce my fallen Queen. Maybe she’s mellowing because I expected more of a fight. I pull out and lay on my back, the air in the chamber heavy with our raw desire. Eleanna’s fiery hair lies on my chest in damp strands, and I pick up a lock, curling it. She?—

Suddenly I rise, pull on pants as I frown at her.

“You should have fought more.”

She sweeps her gaze over me. “Maybe I don’t want to?—”

“Not in your nature.” I lean in. “I think I know the problem.”

“You?”

“I sense you’ve lost blood and your robustness in your fight with Catarina’s underlings,” I say. “Take from me and replenish your strength.”

Lying back down beside her, I extend my neck, offering the pulsing vein at my throat—an intimate gesture, one that bridges the chasm between enemies and whispers of something more profound.

This is no mere slice of a fang into flesh for a drop of blood. This is akin to a bond.

She hesitates. “No, Alexandru. I do not need?—”

“Stubborn as always,” I mutter, moving closer, my gaze locked with hers. “But I insist.”

Finally, she relents, a soundless acquiescence passing between us. Her fangs graze my skin, and then she bites down. Her groan vibrates against my neck as the taste of my immortality floods her senses. The sensation makes my blood run hot and my cock throbs with want. My moans mingle with hers, echoing off the ancient stone walls.

This connection is raw and undeniable. It’s erotic and visceral. Pagan and exalted. It’s not just our blood that’s fusing, but our fates as well.

This act, this sharing of my very essence with her, signifies a potential for unity and strength we’ve never dared to imagine. It’s a forging of something new and unbreakable amid the debris of our shattered past, a chance at a shared destiny that could rise, phoenix-like, with the possibility of a future born from the ashes of our former enmity.

And yes, erotic.

She finishes, her eyes slightly unfocused, lips so red I want to worship them, and in this moment, I’m part her. I can feel her body without touching, the heat and softness. I am the lifeblood driving her.

I choose my words carefully.

“You’ll do combat training with me, Eleanna. You’ll grow stronger on my blood and under my tutelage, and together, we’ll conquer and defeat our shared enemies.”

A pronouncement of protection and partnership, it’s a claim over her that’s as old as the bloodlines we now share.

Before she can respond, an urgent knock on the door shatters the moment, jolting us back to the grim reality that awaits beyond these walls. I throw the blankets over Eleanna’s nakedness and pull on my shirt.

“Enter,” I say.

A scout bursts in, eyes wide. “General Amanar, we’ve intelligence from the field! Catarina...she’s fortifying her position. She plans to strike here next.”

The tension snaps taut in the room, a tangible force that propels us into action. I pull on the rest of my clothes swiftly, shifting to the general I am—the leader prepared to defend what is mine, what is ours.

“Prepare the men,” I command with the centuries of war and strategy etched into my soul.

The scout nods and disappears.

I turn to Eleanna, my hand extended, ready to forge ahead into battle, side by side. The stakes are high, but with the bond we’ve formed—flesh to flesh, blood to blood—we stand united, poised to confront the emerging threat that seeks to tear our world apart.

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