Page 83 of Born a Queen

Raina giggled and buried her fingers in his soft hair, then ran her hand down the back of his neck. "I shower regularly, using soap and body wash. Then lotion after. Most of it’s non-scented."

"Mmmm, then it must be your natural scent."

Raina knew exactly what he was talking about since he also had a scent, one that she would recognize anywhere. The first time she smelled him, she'd been flat on her back on the university campus after attempting to fight him. The first time that he kidnapped her. She’d been breathing heavily and had inhaled his scent of leather, man and aftershave. It had immediately gone to her head, though she desperately fought the attraction. Who had a thing for their kidnapper? Stockholm wasn’t supposed to happen that fast.

Raina was beyond trying to understand her attraction to Mateo. He was a gangster and he did gangster things. He’d done terrible things to her since she'd met him, but the way he loved her, the way he held and protected her. It was more than she could resist. Besides, she wasn’t exactly innocent herself. She produced high-end forgeries, and though she was discerning in choosing her clientele, she often worked for criminals.

Mateo lifted her in his arms and twisted, dropping her on the bed on her back. He crouched over top of her, his muscular forearms on either side of her face. Raina reached up and clutched his wrist, her breath puffing out in a gasp. Her heart sped up in fear, a fear that he read in her eyes.

Mateo gently removed the strands of hair from her forehead. "I won’t hurt you. I promise. Please, let me do this."

Raina lay beneath him staring up at the ceiling above. If she let him have sex with her, was she giving him blanket permission to have sex with her anytime he wanted? She wasn't sure that’s what she wanted. After their first time… she'd been so hurt and confused. It would take time to get over that completely. In fact, if it hadn't been for the attack today, she wouldn't be remotely close to forgiving him.

Yet, her body cried out for his. Something primal was telling her that this man was her mate, her partner. Something was begging her not to reject him.

"Okay," she whispered. "But only this once. Because I need you. I'm not sure if this is what I want."

Mateo's eyes hardened for second as his alpha instincts told him not to allow her leeway. But she could see in his eyes that his humanity was winning out, his desire to have his future wife love him back as much as he loved her.

"Please," she begged.

"We'll talk about it later," he assured her. "For now, I want you to feel good. I want to take away all the fear and pain."

"I want that to," she whispered.

After that, they didn't speak again. They didn't need to. Their love language was touch and he touched her everywhere. Starting at her face, trailing his fingers over the delicate skin there; her forehead, her eyelids, nose, and lips. He followed the soft touches with his mouth, kissing everywhere he touched.

He tugged the camisole that Raina had been clutching to her chest away and tossed it on the floor. Then he buried his face in her neck and licked and sucked gently as he trailed kisses down to her breasts. Flutters of sensation were rippling through her body, stealing her breath and making her feel giddy with every touch. Mateo's attentions gradually turned from gentle to more urgent as he sucked one of her small breasts into his mouth, rolling her nipple.

Raina gasped and clutched his head to her, arching her back and pushing her breasts up. He lavished first one with attention, then the other. She could feel the wetness gathering at her thighs, soaking her panties beneath her sleep shorts.

Mateo worked his way downward but didn’t forget to worship every inch of her skin. His hands were everywhere, in places that his lips had been, igniting small explosions of yearning within her. Raina moaned her pleasure out loud, telling him exactly what she loved.

He dipped his tongue momentarily into her navel, causing her to gasp and lurch up in an attempt to shove him away. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed.

"You will take my kisses, no matter where I decide to place them." His words were possessive, but his tone was one of love.

He continued his path down, hooking his fingers into her panties and sleep shorts and dragging them down her thighs, exposing her. Raina dropped a hand between her legs, but he gently took it, flipped it over and pressed a kiss to her palm. Then he placed her hand on the bed next to her.

"You don’t need to be shy with me. Every part of you is my definition of beauty; from your nearsighted eyes, to the scars on your skin, to this pretty pink pussy, to these ridiculously small feet." He dropped his hand down her body as he spoke and finished by gripping her foot. She laughed and yanked her foot away. But her laughter fled as he pinned her with a look. "Every part of you is mine, every part of you is beautiful."

Raina blushed. He was so intense, it was difficult to know what to say or do. But he didn’t leave her hanging, he took control.

Mateo kissed her knees and then worked his way up her thighs, biting down gently on her flesh. Her breath sped up as he approached her pussy. She had to fight the urge to cover herself or to push his head away. She’d never done this before, what if she wasn't good at it?

And then she no longer had time to worry, because his face was buried between her legs and his tongue was exploring her most intimate parts. From the first touch of his tongue against her clit, Raina came unglued. How had she not known how fucking good oral sex was? Her education had been woefully neglected and if this wasn't a very awkward conversation to bring up, she'd be discussing this with her parents.

Raina could do nothing but clutch at the blankets underneath her and try to force her body to remain on the bed as she virtually levitated into Mateo's face. He gripped her hips and used his shoulders to force her legs wider as he ate her out. He lashed her with his tongue, drawing her out like a bowstring and then forcing her back before she could reach the edge. She was a mess of wiggling, wet, sweaty and begging woman. If this was what sex felt like, then she would become his willing slave.

Finally, Mateo lifted his head to pin her with a look. She blushed when she saw the glistening wetness of her fluids on his chin. "Now you come for me, mi amor."

He dipped his head back down and ran his tongue through her folds before concentrating on her clit. As he sucked and swirled, drawing her higher and higher towards a precious peak, he slid a finger into her body, penetrating her. That finger, combined with his magical tongue, sent her spiraling over the ledge.

She thought at first that she was screaming out loud, then realized most of the noise was in her own brain. Her mouth was wide open, whimpers spilling from her lips, her hands knotted so tightly in the blankets that her knuckles would ache later.

Her heart pounded as she drifted down from the most intensely explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced. She rolled her head to watch Mateo as he climbed off the bed. She reached out, intending to call him back, but then realized he was undressing. His movements were hurried but precise. Each item of clothing was tossed onto the chair until he stood completely, gloriously naked in front of her.

Mateo really was built using the marble of the gods. He was hard and muscular, but every proportion was perfect. Even his penis, which was erect and curving upward toward his belly from a nest of dark pubic hair.

As he climbed back on top of her, Raina clutched at his shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back with equal passion, sliding an arm underneath her waist and lifting her up against his body. He entered her in one smooth thrust. It hurt more than Raina was expecting. After their first encounter, she didn't know what would happen, but had hoped it wouldn’t hurt again.

She knew she was wet enough to take him and didn't understand why it hurt. She whimpered and wiggled her body, trying to adjust. Mateo smoothed her hair back and said, his lips inches above hers, "It will only hurt for a few seconds, your body isn’t used to this and needs time to adjust. Lay still, soon you’ll feel good."

The pain was already beginning to fade, so she nodded and tried to relax underneath him. She lifted her knees experimentally tucking them high up against his waist in a way that felt natural. He kissed her lips and reached around to run his hand from her thigh to her knee, squeezing lightly as if to reward her.

When it became clear that Raina was no longer in pain, Mateo began to move within her, his body undulating on top of her in a rhythm that was beautiful to watch but hard to emulate. At first Raina felt clumsy, trying to lift her body to match his, but then she caught on, gradually becoming smoother with each thrust. She felt proud of herself, then the ecstasy took over.

His possession sent a storm of electricity, emotion and sensation rocketing through her. It was brutal, it was wonderful, and it was perfect. As they continued to rock together, Mateo's movements became more and more uneven, his thrusts harder as his hips slammed into hers. After a few minutes, Raina stopped trying to match his rhythm and clung to him, allowing him to slam her down into the bed over and over again. It felt incredible.

She flung her head back and dug her nails into his shoulders as another orgasm washed over her in a wave of pure pleasure. She rode the wave as he thrust into her one last time, shooting hot semen against the walls of her pussy. Even that felt incredible. The wetness, the heat, his mark.

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