Page 43 of The Queen
Her confession hits me like a bullet, straight through the chest. It’s what I want, what I’ve been craving to hear from her lips. Her grip on me tightens, like she’s afraid I might not believe her, like she’s scared I might slip away. But I’m not going anywhere.
“Eliza,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. The room is hazy with the heat of our bodies, the warmth of the words we’ve just exchanged. It’s as if everything has shifted, the axis of my life tilting towards her bright, fierce spirit.
But then, there’s this surge inside me, an overwhelming tide that is trying to drag me under and away from her. It’s too much, too intense—the love, the fear of losing her, the sheer force of what we have. My instincts kick in, telling me to back off, to put some space between us so I can breathe again.
I try to pull away, but her strong and unforgiving hands are on me. She tells me without words that if I go, that will be it. I’ll never get another chance with her again. Her eyes lock onto mine, and there’s no mistaking the anger laced with worry.
I can feel the raw power of her grip, not just physical but emotional too, as if she’s reaching into my chest and holding onto my soul. There’s no way I can break free—not that I want to, I’m just panicking like a pussy. I can’t live without her. I need her touch, her presence, to keep me grounded, to remind me that what we have is real and worth every bit of the risk.
“I’m here,” I murmur, relaxing into her hold. Physically, emotionally, completely. Whatever happens, whatever we face, it’s clear that Eliza isn’t just part of my life now—she is my life, and nothing is going to tear her away from me, not even my fears.
Her fingers dig into the nape of my neck, tight and insistent. “You did this to me,” Eliza says, her voice sharp as glass. “You can’t back out now, not after everything.”
She’s right. I pushed her to open up, to lay bare her soul to me.
“I’m staying, Eliza. With you.”
Her body relaxes against mine, but there’s still that edge to her, that readiness to pounce if I falter. It’s intoxicating how she pushes me, how she demands the best of me.
“Promise me,” she whispers.
“I promise, Eliza. You’ve got me, for better or worse.” I feel the words lock into place, an unbreakable vow. This woman has turned my life on its head, but I don’t want it any other way. I’m all in for the chaos, the madness, and the love of it all.
Her lips find mine, fierce and claiming, and I lose myself in the taste of her, the scent of her. There’s no doubt left in my mind. I belong to Eliza, and she belongs to me.
Crushing her body beneath mine as her hands run over the tats on my arms, my cock strains to get to her sweet pussy that’s aching for me. The fierceness in her kiss ignites my veins, and I guide my cock into her with an urgency that borders on frightening. Our kisses turn to biting, our touch a mix of pain and pleasure—this is how we love, hard and without reservation.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer, deeper. I thrust into her; each movement filled with the raw passion that drives us. We fuck with a wild abandon, the slick heat of her body coaxing me further into madness.
“Harder,” she moans against my lips, her words sending a surge of primal desire through me. I give her everything I have, feeling the bed bounce with the force of our fucking.
Eliza’s nails scrape down my back, leaving marks that will remind me of this moment long after it’s passed. I relish every sting of pain—it’s nothing compared to the intensity as her cunt clenches around my cock.
I watch her face twist with pleasure and see the way her eyes flutter shut as she gets closer to the edge. “Fuck, Raphael,” she gasps out, and I know she’s close.
With one hand, I pin hers above her head; with the other, I reach down between us and find her clit. I rub it in tight circles, rough and merciless, because that’s how she likes it—that’s how we both like it.
When she comes undone with a scream of ecstasy, it’s my undoing, too. With a few more powerful thrusts, I follow her over that cliff, my climax tearing through me like a goddamn hurricane. She’s just mine in this moment, and I am unequivocally hers.
Panting spent, I collapse beside her, and she turns her head to look at me, those green eyes of hers now soft with satisfaction but still fiercely alive. “Raphael,” she breathes out, her voicehusky from exertion and lust. “You fucking wreck me every time.”
Her words are like a badge of honour, and a smirk pulls at my lips even as I catch my breath. “That’s the plan,” I shoot back, my arm finding the curve of her waist as I pull her closer despite the sticky heat between us.
“Don’t ever leave me,” she murmurs, the terror in her voice hard to ignore.
Tightening my arms around her, I make her a promise with everything I have left in me. “I won’t, little killer. I can’t. I’m tethered to you, and that tie is unbreakable.”
She sighs and rests her head on my chest, and within seconds, she is fast asleep.
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TARQUIN
Elbows on knees,I stare at the laptop screen in front of me, perched on the desk in the corner of my room.
I’m not sure what to make of this.
Raphael has thrown the deck all over the fucking floor and has left me with my dick in my hand. Not that I blame him. If I’d had this opportunity, I probably would’ve as well. They have a connection that goes a little bit deeper. I’m not sure how or why. Maybe because they are both leaders, and in her world, he is her alpha. I don’t know. I can’t place my finger on it. Inhaling deeply, I watch him sleeping in her arms. I’ve been sitting here for about an hour. Eliza was asleep after their declarations of love and sensual sex; now the tables have turned. I can’t even remember the last time I saw Raph sleep. He isn’t at peace, far from it, twitching and frowning, which is what woke Eliza up, but he is asleep, no doubt.
