Page 73 of Queens and Monsters

“This is slow?”

Rei laughed, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Preciosa, you’re my wife. My hard cock isn’t inside your tight pussy. This is slow.”

It took a minute, and to Rei’s credit he was patient as I finally complied, doing what he asked.

He started near my ankles, kiss by kiss, nip by nip, working his way up. The coarseness of his beard was like the striking of a match on my skin. Higher still, he moved up my legs to my inner thighs. The fire from before was back. The flames raced through my circulation, raising my temperature until his tongue found my folds and a raging wildfireensued.

I screamed out his name as his tongue delved within me. The stimulation was too much. My legs tried to come together, to stop his assault, but he was too strong. With each buck or wiggle, he held tighter to my legs, pushing them back and away until his face was buried in my core.

The humming within me grew louder, drowning out the primal sounds I was making. My fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for something to ground me. While I knew the premise of what he was doing, I couldn’t for the life of me describe the particulars, other than the way it made me feel.

Wound tight as a top ready to spin out of control was a good description.

My uneasiness lapsed into a wanton need as an orgasm hit with the speed of a thundering, out-of-control steam engine. My entire body tensed as the cabin filled with wet, raw noises. I was too far gone to be embarrassed with my inhibition in shreds and my body too weak to move.

Rei climbed up me, depositing kisses as he rose higher until our lips collided. I reached for his head, weaving my fingers through his hair as his tongue tangled with mine, sharing my own taste.

When I finally had the ability to speak, I palmed his cheeks. “No.”

Rei lifted an eyebrow. “No?”

“If that’s what an orgasm is, when I touched myself, I didn’t orgasm.”

His lips curled into a smile. “I promise many more.”

“You’re sure of yourself.”

He lowered his forehead to mine. “Preciosa, we should sleep.”

“But what about you? Do you want me to do something?”

He lifted his face. “Those noises you were making had me ready to come. I loved every syllable and note.” He teased my hair away from my face. “I could feel how tense you were.”

“I’m not anymore.”

“I could sense that too. Tomorrow morning, you’ll be less apprehensive.” He rolled to my side and pushed his arm behind my back, pulling me to his solid shoulder. After covering us with blankets, he kissed my forehead. “My wife asked for slow. No man ever died from not ejaculating.”

That was good to know.

Part of me wanted to protest, to give him a tenth of the pleasure he’d brought me. But honestly, I didn’t have the strength. Instead, I curled next to his radiating warmth and closed my eyes.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

Reinaldo

Iwoke with my arm around someone soft and warm. It took me a second to realize that it was Jasmine within my grasp and in my bed. Her level breathing told me she was still asleep. I leaned toward the side of the bed and reached for my phone.

Fuck, it was after ten in the morning.

I couldn’t remember ever sleeping that late. On the other hand, except for a few hours’ nap on the plane back to California, prior to falling asleep, I hadn’t slept for over forty-eight hours. Maybe I’d need to admit I was human. I needed sleep and food.

My mind went to my bedtime snack.

At first, I was afraid I’d pushed Jasmine too far. It’s hard for a man like me to imagine a woman as genuinely naïve as the one I married. With access to Wanderlandand other cartel-owned clubs, my go-to women have mostly been professionals. A long-term relationship with just anyone wasn’t something the second son of the drug lord was on the lookout for. I was historically a one-and-done type guy. Even frequenting the same whore too many times gave them the wrong idea.

I knew by Mafia standards, Jasmine was probably a virgin. I knew that for sure when she confirmed it for me that night in her bedroom. A virgin was one thing. Dario Luciano basically raised Jasmine in a convent. Not only was her body pure, but God help us both, so were her thoughts.

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