Page 101 of Crowned Queen (Blood Empire 2)

“Why do you have to be so damn infuriating?” he growls.

“Why do you have to be such a dick?” I counter back.

“Oh, I'll show you a dick,” he says, coming at me again. His kisses are just as punishing as before, his big hands holding my head in place as he consumes me. I grip his shirt, needing him close and bite his lip again, just to fuck with him. He growls but doesn't let go.

His big hands come around my back, finding the zipper of my dress, but instead of pulling it down like a normal person, the big Sasquatch grips both sides and yanks it apart. I hear the fabric tear before it falls away from the top half of my body and pools around my waist.

Axel takes a step back, taking in my naked chest. My nipples are harder than this man's toned ass right about now. He licks his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s seen me naked plenty of times but this time feels different. It’s like he's seeing me for the first time.

Well, I want to ogle too.

Seeing that he still has far too much clothing on, I grab ahold of his plaid shirt and rip it off him. Buttons go flying and one hits him in the eye. I really thought this would be a lot sexier. I giggle when he gives me a glare, but it dies when I see his chest. I haven't seen Axel naked before. He and Cass may be identical twins, but there's nothing fucking similar about their bodies. When Axel was in the cage, I didn't get a good look at him; to really take in the beauty of his body.

His chest and arms are covered in black and gray ink. Complex designs cover his body like a work of art. I reach out, trailing my fingers down his chest, tracing the patterns. His muscles ripple under my touch, ending in a shiver.

“Like what you see?” he asks, cocky as hell. He looks down to where my fingers linger on the scar where I stabbed him.

“Sorry about that,” I say. Thankfully, it was in between designs and I didn’t fuck up his tattoos.

He snorts. “No, you're not.”

I look up at him with a shit eating grin. “No, I'm really not.”

We do nothing for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes. The tension is making me uncomfortable and I panic. Reaching up I pinch his nipple.

“Really?” he asks yelps.

I bite my lip and say nothing. He lets out an annoyed huff before towering over me.

“You're a brat.” His voice is smooth as whiskey and I'm pretty sure I just left a wet patch on the felt under my bare pussy.

“I’m a mother fucking queen,” I correct him, running my hands up his thick muscular thighs before making work of his zipper. “And I’m dripping for this cock.”

He lets out a low growl, much deeper, darker, and more feral than any other. Oh look, my pussy is so flooded that it’s practically drowning.Maybe he should give it a little mouth to mouth, just to be safe.

He allows me to pull his monster cock out, letting out a hiss turned groan as I stroke him a few times before rubbing the precum off the tip with my thumb and licking it off slowly like I’m taking a taste of a lollipop.

“Naughty little thing, aren't you?”

“You have no idea.” I grin, reaching up to grab a handful of his long hair and tugging on it, forcing his lips back to mine.

No more talking, no more stalling. I need him inside me before I go crazy...Okay, more crazy than I already am.

He makes quick work of getting the rest of my dress off as he shimmies out of his jeans so that we're both fully naked.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. To finally be deep inside you,” he says, a low grumble in his chest.

“Looks like your cock healed up nice from that friction burn,” I say, then fall back onto the pool table in a fit of laughter at the look on his face. But it’s short-lived because he grabs my hips before thrusting into me in one hard snap of his hips. I moan, tossing my head back and arching into him, loving the burning stretch from his cock as he fills me up.

“Sweet fuck. This is better than I imagined.” He groans, pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Better than your hand, I bet,” I breathe out. I'm so wound up already.

“Enough out of you,” he growls. “The only thing I wanna hear from that sassy mouth is you screaming my damn name.”

“Fat chance.” I moan as he lets out a growl and we go from zero to a hundred real fast. He starts to rut into me with no precursor. It’s fast, hard, and fucking earth-shattering.

His hands are everywhere, pawing my breasts, and pulling my nipples. It’s like he's a blind man trying to memorize my body by touch alone.

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