Page 58 of Red Queen

“Eleanna,” he gasps.

“Alexandru,” I echo back, and his name a sacrament.

Our bodies slam into each other like two waves colliding in the ocean, each move violent yet perfect in its connection. I grip his muscular arms as our tongues mingle, our moans blending into one single voice that echoes through the room.

We tumble to the bed. This isn’t a time for foreplay or exploration. It’s a frenzy of need and all the near misses and harrowing ordeals fuel it all. It’s a time to celebrate lust and life and he rolls me as I dig my fingers into his back.

Alexandru gazes down as he drives his cock into me, the savageness of the invasion, the sudden stretch breath stealing. It’s what I need and pleasure scrapes through me as I bite his throat, hands sliding down to his ass to urge him on.

He obliges, hard, rough thrusts and I wrap my thighs about him.

I’m on the verge, and he grabs my legs, unwrapping them and hooking them on his shoulders. Oh, fuck is he going deep now, angling himself for his own pleasure and mine. I come hard but he keeps thrusting, his pubic bone rubbing my clit, driving that orgasm higher, deeper and I’m suddenly somewhere else that is vibrating and ringing through me.

His rough voice breaks the silence, “Fuck, Eleanna, you are so fucking beautiful.”

He doesn’t kiss me, his face so close, as we drink in each other, it’s more than looking, more intimate than a kiss because I can see the intention, the intensity, and the violent need for me on his face. His world is me.

I don’t know what I look like but as another orgasm starts, this one so deep it starts to take over everything, I suspect I have the same expression.

“Come again,” he says.

I do. It’s world shattering, and my entire body convulses, putting other orgasms to shame. He follows, his cock head twitching in me as he unloads, the heat of his seed setting off another, smaller orgasm.

When we’re done it’s a slow float down, as he lets my legs down and takes my mouth. The kiss is deep and gentle, the seductive aftermath of our fucking. And then he pulls out and turns us so I’m on top, his heart a skittering, deep beat I could listen to forever.

I bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, as we lie in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

I gaze into Alexandru’s mesmerizing silver eyes. The crackling fireplace bathes our skin in a warm, sensual glow. We stay quiet for a time, then I glance at the general.

“Tell me, Alexandru,” I whisper, tracing a finger along his chiseled jaw, “what was your happiest memory as a child, before...before all this?”

A wistful smile plays on his lips. “I remember running through golden wheat fields with my friends, the sun on our faces, laughter in the air. We were so carefree, so innocent then.”

His words create a vivid picture in my mind. I can almost feel the breeze, smell the ripe wheat. “It sounds beautiful,” I murmur. “I wish I had memories like that to hold onto.”

Alexandru brushes a lock of hair from my face, his touch gentle. “We can’t change our pasts, Eleanna. But we can cherish the precious moments we share now. Every second I spend with you is a gift.”

Emotion swells in my chest. “Despite everything, I do care, but I must stay strong for my family. Romantic entanglements can’t sway my purpose.”

“Can’t, or don’t want to.” His lips find mine in a deep, soulful kiss.

I pour every ounce of my lust and desire into that kiss, savoring the exquisite slide of our tongues. When we finally part, I rest my forehead against his.

He tightens his arms around me. “Promise me, Eleanna. Swear that no matter what happens, no matter what obstacles we face...we’ll always find our way back to each other. In this life and the next. Forever bound, forever yours.”

I don’t respond, just stroke his cock and roughly kiss him into silence.

Chapter

Eleven

Alexandru

“Secure the eastern flank, and make sure the archers are in position before dawn,” I command, my voice echoing through the stone walls of my war room.

Nicolai nods as he traces routes on the weathered map spread across the oak table. Marianne stands beside him, her eyes fierce as she scans the terrain.

“An ambush here could cut off Catarina’s retreat,” she says, tapping a dense forest marked with shadows.

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