Page 31 of Red Queen

He nods at me. “Strip. Then on your knees and take me in your mouth.

I start to protest, but the hum of desire in me overtakes and there’s something compelling about doing what he commands. Something dirty and thrilling. I’m a queen. Not his servant. I’m going to turn the tables. One day. But right now, I pull off my clothes and then I start to get down.

He straightens, comes up to me slowly. “You would crawl to me?” he asks. “Tell me, did I unleash a need in you? An urge? Do you like being dominated?”

“Keep your enemies close and then you can kill them.”

He laughs and stops in front of me. “You’ve no idea how much I want my cock in your throat, how much I want you to swallow me down. I want to play, explore all your fantasies and desires. I want you any way I can get you, but you went down too easily. So maybe I’ll deny you your extra fun. After all, you’ve threatened to kill me a lot today.”

I glare up at him as he starts to unbuckle and unstrap the leather. He peels off each item, dropping them to the floor and my insides buzz and my clit throbs with each thud.

His cock springs free and it’s thick, long, the perfect tool for fucking, and I can’t help it, I defy his words. Or maybe I follow them, the haze in my head is hard to push through and the only thing there that shines with clarity is him.

I wrap my fingers around that shaft and I start to pull, sliding my hand up and down, taking the skin so he groans and thrusts into my fist.

Then I close my mouth around the head.

He is salt and lifeblood and leather. He’s smooth and hot and steel. I try to suck him down, to work my tongue over him, under the sensitive head but he grabs my hair and eases me back, his breath coming out as a hiss.

“No.” He takes me hand from him and pulls me up to my feet. “Not yet.”

His lips catch mine in a passionate kiss, filled with the raw energy of our connection. Our tongues intertwine, exploring each other with a fervor born of necessity and desire. In this moment, there is no war, no throne, no enemies—only the undeniable pull toward something real and terrifyingly beautiful. The raw energy of our connection courses through me, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest.

I don’t know what game he’s playing, what thing he’ll spring on me, but this is something I can give myself to, at least for a little while. I’m not even sure I could stop it.

He traces the edge of the skull and raven tattoo on my calf. It’s a sharp reminder of who I am, mistress of those beautiful, intelligent birds, vampire queen, what I stand for, but during the passion of our lovemaking, it feels irrelevant.

Then everything changes. Alexandru smooths my hair, and he descends on my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh, biting down with a force that sends shudders of pleasure and pain coursing through my veins.

I cry out, pushing up and into him, wanting him to finish what he started when he sucked without breaking my skin. I want him to drink my blood.

He doesn’t, he comes back to my mouth and kisses me hard, a violent kiss that’s tinged with my blood. And he moves me back, pushing me down and I hit the feathery softness of his bed. Alexandru lands next to me.

His kiss changes as he pushes a thigh between mine, and the violence turns soft, beguiling, almost romantic. And for a moment my mind flares with an old memory when he kissed me like this so long ago and I thought it meant an unbreakable connection, one that transcended the physical.

Now I take it for what it is, seduction, pure and simple, but I go with it. How can I not? It’s as compelling as drinking blood.

Alexandru rolls me to my back on the silk sheets. He pins me down, his dominance arousing me even more. He whispers in my ear, “You belong to me now, Eleanna. There is no turning back.”

I moan softly and surrender to his touch, allowing him to take control even as I want to fight. He explores every inch of my body, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Our movements become increasingly intense, our hunger driven by the knowledge that this is not just about pleasure—it’s about power, control, and supremacy.

He urges me on to him and thrusts up into me. An illusion of the one who has the control, but he has hands on my hips, and moves me, so he can plunge in deep, so he can rock me against him, my pleasure points expanded.

I lean down and kiss him as we fuck, and soon there’s not control, he rolls me again, pinning me slamming into me as I dig my nails into the back of his neck, his scalp and I bite and lick and suck his lips, his chin, neck, ear. And finally, we just stare at each other as the intensity shrinks the room to us and the bed, I start to come apart.

My orgasm sweeps in, almost destroying me and he grips me tight as he groans coming, too.

As we come down from the high of our orgasms, we lie entwined in a tangle of limbs and blankets. Our breaths mingle in the chilly room. Even though the fire inside has died down, I feel warm, safe, and cherished in his embrace.

“I want you, Eleanna,” he says.

“You just had me.”

But he speaks as if I didn’t say a word. “I’ve burned with desire for you through endless nights, and now, with you here with me, I vow never to let you slip away. Not now, not ever.”

So, he likes fucking me. I know that, just like I know he wants it again and again. A wicked smile curls my lips. “My desires match yours, Alexandru.”

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