Page 62 of Red Queen

“Mine,” I hiss in her ear, punctuating each thrust with a bite on her delicate neck.

“Yes, yours,” she says. “Harder, harder!”

Grunting, I oblige her, slamming my hips slamming into her with a fervor that echoes through the caverns, as we find that hard, fast, deep rhythm, that symphony of lust. I work my way up to a punishing pace, each brutal thrust driving her deeper into the chaise. Her nails dig into the upholstery, her knuckles white against the dark silk, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, Eleanna,” I say. “I want to feel your cunt clenching my cock.”

“Fuck.” She curses, her entire body tensing and arching and bucking.

That’s all it takes. With a scream that’s both pleasure and surrender, she splinters apart in my arms, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. Her orgasm sets off my own, and I empty myself deep inside her, marking her as mine once more, our combined essences mingling as one.

Breathing ragged, I pull out, scoop her up and carry her to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress. Then I come down atop her, holding her, our breaths mingling in the cold air. In this fleeting moment, we’re just two creatures caught in the throes of passion, not the fearsome rulers of warring factions. However, I know it’s only a matter of time before duty comes crashing down on us once more. For now, though, I’ll savor this moment of fleeting solace with the woman who has captivated me like no other.

Fangs grazing her neck, I tenderly brush a strand of hair from her face. “Ah, yes. I so enjoyed that.”

Eleanna silences me with a kiss. “Goes without saying.”

As our breathing eases, and my cock hardens, ready for another round. I’m a vampire, after all, and can go on for hours, but I also want to savor this moment.

“That was...” she begins, her eyes still hazy with lust.

“Incredible.”

“Yes, I know,” she says sleepily.

I smirk at that.

With a sigh, I pull her close to me, her back nestled against my chest. “I know you’re not used to submitting, but it’s worth it.”

She stiffens at the words, a tension that speaks volumes, yet she doesn’t pull away from my touch. “Maybe,” she whispers.

Being with her, feeling her heartbeat against mine, I feel alive in a way that’s been foreign to me for far too long.

“What now?” she asks.

“Now,” I say, tracing my fingers lightly up and down her spine, eliciting a shiver that travels through her body, “we get some rest. Tomorrow, we gather our forces and attack Catarina’s garrison.”

She makes a hum of agreement.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this battle, Eleanna?”

She turns her head to look at me, her eyes shining in the dim light. “I’ve never been more ready for anything, Alexandru. I want nothing more than to reclaim my kingdom, my throne.”

Her heartbeat quickens at the mention of the battle ahead, but there’s something else there too—a rush of excitement, of anticipation. I, too, share it, and it’s intoxicating.

“We’ll be as one in this, my fallen Queen. We’ll fight side by side, and we’ll emerge victorious.”

She nods, her lips forming a small smile. We lie there for a few more moments, lost in our own thoughts, before I break the silence.

“Eleanna?” I say, my voice low and soft.

“Yes?” she murmurs.

“I like you in my bed.”

Her smile grows wider, and she reaches up to touch my face. “I like it too, Alexandru,” she whispers.

We drift off to sleep, entwined with each other, and I wonder what the future holds for us and if we shall live to see another sunset.

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