Page 52 of A Game of Queens
He pushes into me on a long, deep thrust. My breath catches on a cry, deepening to a sobbing moan. He fills me, stretching me impossibly wide, on and on until I’m writhing beneath him. Not to flee, but to work him deeper. Until I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything but him.
No more pain. No more shards slicing inside me. Only him.
“You’remygoddess and queen. This entire domain belongs to you. It lies dormant and dark until you bring it to life. As you’ve awakened me.”
He shoves to the hilt and my voice rises. A wordless scream tears out of my throat. Frantic, I reach for something to hold onto, something to keep me still. I can’t stop moving, twitching, my entire body disconnected and disjointed from my brain. I need something. Something’s missing. But I don’t know what. I just can’t stop… moving. My body quakes with need.
Tension shimmers through me, a desperate urgency as pressure builds inside me again. He isn’t even thrusting or moving—just seated so deeply it feels like he’s shoved his dick up into my abdomen and rearranged my organs.
“Your body remembers what you need.”
I don’t know what that means, but something grabs my wrists and tugs me forward, holding me flat against the stone altar. I can’t see exactly what it is in the darkness, but it winds up my arms like a sturdy vine. The same restraint wraps around my ankles. My knees. Spreading my thighs wider until my hips ache.
Pinned. Trapped.
A flip switches in my head. Everything goes silent. Deafening silence spreads through me. Constant whirling thoughts are quiet and still. My muscles relax completely. It’s like he hit a kill-switch and everything turned off. The struggle. The fear. A horrible, desperate confusion has plagued me for as long as I can remember, which granted, isn’t much. The torment in my mind. The sense that something is terribly wrong but I don’t know what.
I’m missing. I’m not where I belong. An imbalance. An injustice. A violation at the deepest, most base level. But I don’t know how to fix it.
All of those thoughts cease because I belonghere.
Spread on his dark altar like a sacrifice.
Tears spill from my eyes. Tears of relief. I can relax. I can stop fighting to survive.
I’m safe here. Even though I’m helpless as he ravages me in the darkness of hell.
A thread of wickedness laces his laughter. “As you wish, kitten, so it shall be.”
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He begins to move inside me. At first just a flex, a subtle nudge that rubs the head of his cock deeper, stirring up my insides. Bumping up against a spot so sensitive that I twitch and gasp, involuntarily jerking at the bonds. Pain and pleasure both, a blurring dance of too much and not enough. Too deep but more, even though I know it’ll hurt.
I want it to hurt. I want to feel like he’s cracking me open to look for candy.
Rearing back, he pulls every impressive, delicious inch of his cock through my body. So slowly I can’t help but writhe and moan wordlessly. I can’t string words together. I can’t move. All I can do is feel. In one hard glide, he thrusts balls deep with a thud inside me that rocks my entire body. My breath explodes out. Babbling. I can’t understand what I’m saying. If I’m coherent at all.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back, straining my neck at an uncomfortable angle. “Too much?”
My eyes flutter. My pulse hammers frantically, a steady drumming in my head. Surely my heart can’t take this. Beating so fast. So hard.
:Too much?:He repeats, flowing through my mind like a black, satiny river. Winding through the chasms of broken shards and abandoned hallways without hesitation.:The power is yours, love. It always has been.:
What power? Me?
I’ve never been powerful.
Except now, even though I’m strapped to this altar. He’s hovering, waiting for me to decide if I want him to continue. I don’t feel any animosity or anger from him. He could shred me open with those claws or bite me in half, but nothing hurts. He hasn’t wounded me in any way. I’m bound—but not injured.
I’m not alone. I’m not lost.
For the first time since I came out of whatever nightmare that came before, I almost feel whole.
:Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Even if I die.:
His claws scrape against my scalp, a burning prick making shivers slide down my spine.:You can’t die, love. Not here. You rule Death itself.:
He pulls back again, so slowly, his hand still fisted in my hair. Making me feel every single inch pulling through me. Only to slam deep again, a heavy thud that drags a guttural, animal sound from my throat. Again and again. So hard and deep. A slow, heavy rocking thrust that grinds me down against the altar with a heavy grunt. His breathing is as loud as mine. Every thud breaks me apart. Puts me back together. Heats me to red-hot iron and hammers me into something new.
