Page 83 of Red Queen

And he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until I come again, harder, wilder, like my whole body is destroyed and rebuilt by the pure ecstasy of the moment that goes on forever. I’m a mess, boneless, slumping as he pulls out.

He stands. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.”

With a fluid thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself to the hilt inside my pussy. I didn’t think I could want more, but I do, and I cry out at the exquisite stretch and fullness, my head falling back in ecstasy. He sets a deep, powerful rhythm, driving into me again and again, hitting that secret spot inside that has me seeing the heavens.

I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I move with him. Our bodies undulate as one. Nothing else exists except this moment, this joining of our bodies and souls.

“Alexandru!” I scream his name like a prayer as my release crashes over me again, my inner muscles clenching tight around him.

“Eleanna...” He groans, his thrusts growing erratic.

With one final surge of his hips, he finds his own end, spilling his seed deep as he shudders above me.

“You’re mine,” Alexandru says, pinning my wrists above my head. He begins to move again, slow and deep, dragging along my sensitive walls. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I breathe. “I’m yours, Alexandru.”

Satisfaction flickers in his silver gaze. He picks up the pace, pounding into me as I writhe beneath him, desperate for more.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands.

“You,” I cry. “Only you!”

A smug smile curves his lips. “That’s right. You’re mine, Eleanna, now and forever. No man will dare touch you.”

The possessive claim sends a thrill through me, and I clench around him. Alexandru’s eyes darken, and he redoubles his efforts, driving me higher and higher until I shatter once more with a broken sob.

He follows soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he comes deep inside me again. We collapse in a tangle of limbs, panting harshly.

Alexandru draws me flush against his hard body, his strong arms encircling my waist as he picks me up from the table and carries me to the bed. His heat seeps into my skin, igniting a smoldering ache deep in my core. He lays me down, following and he presses a tender kiss to my temple, his lips lingering.

“I do love you, Eleanna,” he says.

My heart stutters in my chest. A surge of warmth and affection crashes over me, threatening to sweep me away. I gaze up at him with heavy eyelids, drinking in the rugged planes of his handsome face.

“Is that so, General?” I ask, trailing my fingertips along the sharp line of his jaw, relishing the rasp of his stubble against my skin. “And here I thought you only wanted me for my body.”

Alexandru’s silver eyes darken with unmistakable desire. “Oh, I want your body…” He moves his large hands possessively over the curve of my hips and nips at my earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “But I want all of you, Eleanna. Your mind, your heart, your very soul.”

My breath catches at the intensity in his voice. No one has ever wanted me like this before—wholly and completely, with a ferocity that steals the air from my lungs. I press myself closer against him, winding my arms around his neck. The hard ridge of his arousal presses insistently against my belly, stoking the flames of my own desire.

“Then take me, Alexandru,” I breathe, my voice a needy rasp. “Claim me, body and soul. I’m yours in this bed.”

With a low, feral growl, Alexandru slants his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. I open for him with a moan, our tongues tangling. He tastes of lust and sin, an intoxicating combination that leaves me dizzy with want. I cling to him as the rest of the world falls away, lost to the scorching heat of his kiss, the demanding press of his body against mine. In this moment, nothing exists but him and me and the desire we share.

Alexandru breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck.

“On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice rough with need.

I hasten to obey and position myself so that my ass is raised. A thrill shoots through me at how exposed and vulnerable I am, waiting for Alexandru to take his pleasure. He runs a hand over the curve of my rear in lusty approval, then strikes me once, hard enough to sting. I cry out at the delicious sensation, clenching in anticipation.

But he doesn’t do his delicious punishing strikes this time. And I look at him questioningly.

Alexandru chuckles darkly. “So eager for me, aren’t you?” He leans over me, his chest pressed against my back as he murmurs in my ear, “I’m going to make you scream, Eleanna.”

Before I can reply, he thrusts into me with one powerful stroke. Alexandru sets a punishing pace, pounding into me with deep, claiming thrusts. Gripping my hips, He holds me in placeas he fucks me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by my pleasured cries.

“Yes, Alexandru! Harder!” I beg, undone by the intensity of his passion.

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