Page 50 of Kill the Queens

"What's that?" His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Are you a virgin?"

Both his brows shot up his forehead and he straightened out of surprise. "Do I look like a virgin?"

"What does a virgin look like?"

"Not like me." Reed placed his hand over the queen's.

"How many partners have you had?" Now Farah was leaning in too.

"Are you curious about my expertise?"

They'd stopped walking. His breath was fanning over her cheeks, his full lips parted. Something about the way he'd asked the question made something curl inside of her. Like smoke, the feeling expanded in whisps inside her stomach and tendrils sunk lower between her thighs.

"If I am to be satisfied for the rest of my life, it's a valid question." She barely heard herself say the words out loud. She knew this was a part of her plan, this was a way to ensure she had an heir but there was no doubt that she didn't want it for her own lustful reasons too.

"I would be happy to show my queen just what talents I wield but perhaps doing so in front of the guards is not the most ingenious of ideas."

Farah slipped her hands away from him. Her dress spun around her legs, flashing skin as the skirt fanned around her. "Leave." She barked at the guards. Then they were gone, scurrying away from the promise of violence that laced the command. When she turned back to look at Reed he already had his hand on the knob of the nearest door. "What are you doing?" Farah gasped.

"Is this your bedroom?" he practically sang, the door cracking open as Farah stepped forward.

"I figured you were leading me somewhere and then with the turn the conversation took..." He trailed off as he stepped into the doorframe, Farah not far behind him as if she could have made herself less predictable. Reed gave the simple room one quick sweep, his eyes landing on the bed for a moment before he turned back to the queen.

The sparkling silver in his gaze had darkened to a moody gray. Reed smirked, the cocky confidence of someone finding out how right they'd been. Farah froze under that hungry gaze as it swept up her body then down. The guards were long gone now, leaving the two of them framed in the doorway. Reed turned, his body taking up so much space that Farah had to make herself small to avoid being crushed.

Wood and stone pressed against her shoulder blades. The queen gave a shy, playful grin that made Reed's smirk twist into something wicked and wild. He would have her here and now. His body lined up with hers, trapping her between him and the doorframe. Heat seared into her everywhere they lined up, forcing a small breath out over her lips.

"Just the other day you didn't even want a kiss, but today you want to know what it would be like to have me in your bed." A hand skimmed up the queen's side until it settled just under her chest, waiting for permission to continue. "You play with my emotions, my Queen."

She tipped her head to him in a silent dare, proof that she wasn't backing away from this. She needed this as much as she was realizing she wanted this. Farah didn't often find many men attractive, but Reed had always been different.

"That had been toopublic," she whispered letting her lips brush against his. "I prefer my romances to happen behind closed doors."

Reed's next breath was shaky, his fingers skimming just a little higher. "Shall I close this door then?"

His skin was warm where the queen wrapped her hand around his wrist, stepping into the room and pulling him in to follow. Farah took her time to prop her staff up against the wall then turned in one swift movement as the door clicked shut. Dark brown strands of her slicked back ponytail swayed behind her as she spun and was met by the feral crashing of teeth, adesperate kiss.

Reed didn't kiss Farah like this was the first time. Reed kissed her like it would be their last. Every tease of his lips was a plea to remember this very moment, it was the promise that he would never forget. An ache pulsed in Farah's chest as her heart broke a little. Because he didn't know that this would be their last and he wouldn't have enough time to forget.

All she could do was give him this small moment before she took. Her heart broke a little bit more as she acknowledged the darkness that lived inside of her now, the poison of power she hadn't been meant for that made her so selfish. As much as the idea of Reed, of loving him, of marrying him sounded like some sort of sweet dream, it wasn't enough. She didn't want that more than she wanted his power. She didn't want that more than she wanted to be alone.

His teeth scraped over her bottom lip as she melted into his chest. Her fingers explored the shape of him through his clothes as she traced up over his pectorals and wound her fingers into his locks to pull him closer, to choke out what little space remained. The vibration of his hum coursed through her. His fingertips teased over her breast, finding her peaked nipple through the thin fabric.

The press of his hips against her stomach sent a bolt of awareness through her. The sheer thickness of him, of his cock that pressed against the buttons of his pants, stole away all the air in her lungs. Reed was a large man, with wide shoulders, and excessive muscles. It shouldn't have surprised the queen that what he had in his pants was an equivalent size, but it did.

It made the want in her turn to wild flames that overtook her. It fed the frenzy of desire that had started and had now taken off with no control. Farah slipped her hands from his hair, letting them lower down his body. She ripped at the buttons, never once breaking from his lips.

Without the fabric to bind him, his cock sprung free. Reed trembled, sucking in a sharp breath, as the queen wrapped both hands around his length. She broke the kiss to look down, to take in with her eyes what she'd suspected just by the feel of him. He was utterly impressive. It was exciting but also terrifying for Farah to behold. She was no stranger to sex but she had to worry that the size of him might be more painful than enjoyable for her. He was a challenge she was determined to win.

She lowered to her knees, the fabric of her dress gathering around her on the floor. Reed froze.

"Shouldn't I be the one offering you such things?" His voice was thick and raspy.

"We can take turns." Farah purred before she swiped her tongue over the glistening bead that had formed at the tip.

Reed's head fell back as he groaned. The noise only provoked the queen to continue. Farah slipped her lips around him, swirling her tongue around and over him again and again as she took him in as deeply as she could. She pulled back only long enough for her hands to swipe across her spit and drag it down his shaft.She sucked him into her mouth once more. His hips pressed forward until her whole body heaved as he hit her gag reflex. The sound of her heaving only made Reed's body tighten further. Farah wanted more of him, from him. She wanted to make him wild. The queen sucked him until she was sweating, until she was certain he was near the edge.

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