Page 61 of Red Queen

Her gaze softens. “What is it, Alexandru?”

It feels like we’re suspended in time, the weight of the moment hanging in the air between us, as a conquest between vampire and quarry, general and queen, blurs into something more primal, something... more.

“I’ll let you continue your practice.” My gaze moves over her. “Unless you’d like some help?”

“Out here or in the bedchamber?”

I laugh. “I don’t think you need help with the latter.”

As I turn to leave since she doesn’t reply, I’m surprised when she darts in front of me. She lifts her face to me. “Perhaps I disagree. Perhaps I’d like a lesson in your rooms.”

Moving closer to her, I breathe in her intoxicating scent, revel in the heat of her, that special heat that only she makes. It doesn’t matter it’s just above freezing out here, a fire flares when we’re close enough to touch.

“Is that so? I did not realize my fallen Queen was so... lusting.”

Desire pools within me, a dark, delicious ache. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you this morning,” she says.

A slow, voracious smile spreads. “Is that so?”

She fingers the collar of my shirt, her nails tracing the column of my neck, making me hard. “It seems, General Amanar, you turn me into a violent, wanting creature.”

I move my mouth over her throat and to her ear. “Violent?”

My cock throbs under her touch, demanding release. My need for her is a wildfire, entrancing and all-consuming. “Yes, General, I fear I’ll destroy anyone who comes between you and me and your bedchamber.”

“Then perhaps I should save the innocent souls.” I grab her wrist and drag her inside, straight to my bedchamber. After slamming the door shut behind us, I crush her to my chest. Our mouths collide in a fevered kiss that sets fire to my skin. Her lips are soft yet demanding, her touch hot, frantic. Her lips are like an elixir I’ve been dying to taste, and I kiss her like a starving man.

I unbutton her form fitting gown and push it down her shoulders. The fabric pools around her feet, the creamy expanse of her alabaster skin on display, adorned only by the torchlight. The scent of her arousal intoxicates me, a rich musk that clouds my senses, rivaling the scent of fresh blood. I rip off my own garments and drop them to the ground.

“Let me,” she says, pushing me back on the chaise, “have you.”

In one fluid motion, she straddles my hips rubbing and teasing my cock with her pussy. I let her, she’s an ethereal vision of beauty and fierce desire. She pushes her fingers into my hair, angling back my head and she takes my mouth with a darkly violent and sexual kiss.

She bites my lip, sucking at the drops of blood. With a hungry growl, she arches back, breasts in my face, her head raised to the ceiling. “Yesss…” Her hiss is fuel to my senses.

Eleanna slides down my body to the floor, her tongue dipping into the hollow of my chest, her fangs skimming my pulse points as she does so. My groan echoes off the walls as she reaches my straining cock, tracing an infernal line up my shaft with her tongue.

“Fuck, Eleanna,” I groan, arching my back. “Don’t tease me.”

She looks up through heavy-lidded eyes ablaze with lust and power. “Oh, but where would the fun be without a little teasing, a little payback, General?”

She wraps her lips around me, and I’m lost to the sensations she evokes with every flick of her talented tongue, every suck of her lush mouth. She sucks me down, deep until her swirling tongue’s flattened and my cockhead hits the back of her throat, sliding a little further in with each bock of her head.

I want to take her, control her, have my way. The beast within me claws to get out, but I keep it locked tight. This is her idea and if I’m ever going to get her to fulfil her promise of the shared throne, then I need to be able to indulge in give and take. I’ll give her this and take what she dishes out, even if it almost kills me.

The beat in my blood and my cock are at near levels of insanity. It’s pain-soaked pleasure from holding myself back. And her administrations are so time consuming, so focused on bringing me to the brick before she backs down that my control almost snaps.

But it doesn’t. She lifts her mouth from my cock, and she blows, her breath a welcome relief on my heated length.

It gives me enough time to get some semblance of control.

With a growl, I flip us over on the chaise so she’s beneath me, her long, limbs entwined with mine. I know her body as well as my own now, having charted every inch of her in our numerous encounters.

“Enough,” I say, plunging two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. “Time to make you suffer…my way.”

“God, yes.” She moans, arching her back, the action driving my fingers deeper inside her. I curl them to hit the little nubby area inside her that drives her mad. “Take me, Alexandru.”

With a primal roar, I flip her onto all fours, her luscious ass in the air. Last time I had her this way, I took her ass, this time I crave her sweet, tight pussy. I enter her from behind, slow at first, savoring the heat of her tight sheath enveloping me.

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