Page 57 of The Queen
I nod because words aren’t enough to express the storm inside me—the pride, the protectiveness, the raw hunger for this woman who has become my everything.
“We’ve got this.”
“We fucking do because we rock.”
Chuckling at her ability to take every situation and make it more powerful than painful, I press my lips to hers. As much as I want to ravage her body, have her soak my cock, right now, I just want this kiss to never end. My hands go into her hair as she clings to my shirt, giving back what she takes.
Her mouth is hot, her kiss fierce. She bites my lip, and I hiss in a breath, every part of me screaming for more. Our tongues tangle with the kind of hunger that only comes when you’ve had a taste of something forbidden, and you’re desperate for your next fix.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes again, to make sure she knows this isn’t just about need—it’s about want. With her, it’s always both.
“I love you, Eliza. It’s crazy fast, and sometimes I wonder if I just want it too much, but I think it’s raw and real. Is that too much for you?”
“No,” she replies with a smile. “I get it. I feel the same way about all of you. It’s like it was meant to be somehow.”
“Fate,” I murmur against her lips.
“Fucked-up destiny,” she says. “I love you too.” Her expression is serious, telling me how much it takes for her to say those words, so I take them and cherish them with every twisted part of my soul that is capable of expressing these feelings that don’t involve maiming and killing.
“Do we need to worry about Grenville?” Eliza asks suddenly, pulling back, her hands still on my chest.
“Which one?”
“The one in the fucking back garden,” she exclaims, gripping my shirt tighter.
“Oh, wasn’t sure if you meant his dad. But no, he had a nice lye bath. He’ll be gone soon.”
“Fuck,” she says, sitting back. “You don’t fuck about.”
“As for his dad, he is deathly terrified of Rafe Carver. He won’t make a move.”
“Rafe. Guessing that’s their dad who didn’t deem me worthy of an introduction.”
“That’s his love language. Really he’s impressed and loves you like a daughter-in-law.”
She bursts out laughing. “Liar, but I’ll take it, anyway.”
“You don’t need to impress anyone, Eliza. Your role is a given, always was.”
“Maybe, but it would be nice for the woman in me to have that validation from the parents.”
“Well, mine love you and can’t wait to meet you.”
She smiles, and it lights up the room. “I can’t wait to meet them either.”
“They’ll be at the coronation.”
Her face fills with nerves but she brushes it off and takes it on the chin, like everything else. “Better make sure I look my best then. I was just gonna turn up in combat pants and a tee.”
Laughing with her, I take her hand and kiss it. “Nothing wrong with being true to who you are.”
“Thanks, Ollie,” she says shyly all of a sudden. “You’ve lessened my load just by being here.”
“Then my work is done.”
We share another smile as she snuggles into me, and while my dick cries with frustration that a good fucking isn’t on the cards, my ragged black soul needs this more.
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