Page 48 of Revenge of a Queen

“Fuck, baby, I’ll come before I am even inside you if you keep talking like that,” I press her body into the mattress and kiss her hard. Feeling desperate for more of her. When I pull back, I lean over and reach for a condom out of my bedside drawer but when I bring my arm back, she grabs it shaking her head.

“No River, no barriers, please, I’m clean, obviously, and if you haven’t been with anyone since I came back, then I know you are too.”

I blink, what the fuck? “How do you know that?” I wonder and she blushes biting that fucking lip again.

She looks away, “Erm, I may have hacked into your medical records,” she says with a shrug and I grab her face and bring her gaze back to mine.

“I fucking love you, baby,” I smile so wide my fucking cheeks hurt, but for her, I don’t care. For her, it’s worth it. I toss the condom on the floor and kiss her again before I add, “Fucking bare.”

I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly slide inside. Inch by inch letting her accommodate to my size. Fuck she’s tight. Tighter than anything I have ever felt. It takes everything in me not to come as soon as her wet heat wraps around me.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan, unable to keep it in and look down at her, “You okay?”

She nods rapidly, “I’m fine, don’t stop,” she says in a tense voice.

I push all the way in until I bottom out inside her and fucking hell, nothing will ever feel this good. I regret every fucking girl before her because no one has ever felt this fucking amazing before. I wish I could erase every single one of them and only have her. I am never letting her go again.

I slide back out slowly before pushing back inside her, “Mine,” I growl in her ear, slowly rocking my hips forward and giving her time to adjust. I know it isn’t technically her first time but as far as I am concerned this is the only first time that counts. She gave this to me willingly and I want to make sure it’s perfect.

“Marcus,” she moans my name and I swear to god, I have never needed to come so much in my life but her breathy moans just spur me on. My body is humming with electricity as the pleasure courses through me. My heart is pounding hard and my breathing comes in quick huffed breaths. My whole world is fucking alive for the first time ever as I take what I have been fucking dreaming of for years.

I thrust into her in long, slow, deep thrusts, and it’s fucking euphoric. Nothing has ever felt this good or this perfect and it’s in this moment, that I know. I don’t care what I have to do or what lengths I have to go to, I will bring this town to its fucking knees for my girl.

Chapter 29

ELLE

This is how I always imagined my first time to be. No pain, no fear, just pure fucking love. It's addictive. It’s like he is a drug and I want every high he has to fucking give. I never want to come down. He trails kisses down my neck and across my nipples and it’s like his tongue is erasing every affliction of pain marred against my skin. I don’t feel dirty, abused, or afraid. I feel loved, empowered, fucking worshipped.

I hold onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his back causing him to moan as his body rocks into mine. His fucking body, I thought you only saw shit like this on Instagram, but he is fucking toned to perfection. The hard plains of his stomach contract with every thrust and the veins in his forearms are bulging out. It’s like he was made from the mold of a fucking Greek god. He starts to pick up the pace as his thrusts turn maddening. Quick and deep making the sounds of our bodies slapping together loud. He circles his hips as he enters me smacking against my clit each time and I feel like I am ready to snap.

He has one hand with a punishing grip on my thigh. He uses it to lock it in place around his body as he continues to pound into me and I pray he leaves more marks on me, so I can remember this feeling. He uses his other hand to tease my nipple into a hard aching point before he pinches it hard and I cry out. Fuck who knew that could feel so good. I feel myself starting to clench around him as my orgasm starts taking over again. He already made me come twice but I can feel a third building.

I sense the moment he feels it because he becomes relentless. Pounding into me so hard that the headboard starts to bang against the wall. No doubt alerting his brothers to exactly what we are doing in here, but I am beyond caring. The only thing I care about right now is him, us. I want everything he has to give. I need it. Crave it. Chasing the high only he can give me.

He moves the hand from my nipple to the bottom of my throat and gives it a gentle squeeze and instead of panic all I feel is pleasure. Pure ignited pleasure. I grip the arm around my throat and squeeze it tight urging him on. His eyes darken even more as he takes me in beneath him, fucking me even harder.

“Come for me, little King,” he growls and it’s my undoing. My release slams into me like a tidal wave that just keeps going as he continues to fuck me relentlessly, chasing his own release.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans loudly thrusting into me one last time, emptying himself inside me, before collapsing on top of me as we both try to catch our breath. Our bodies are coated in sweat, as they come together in an entanglement of limbs, and I never want to be apart from him again. I want this always. Us naked and bare for each other.

He pulls back his head from my shoulder and kisses me again. It’s slow and passionate and fucking everything I have ever wished for. It’s erotic and fucking maddening and it feels like he is kissing me like it might be the last time he ever does. I hope he always fucking kisses me like this, like he needs it more than his next breath.

I feel the tears on my cheek before I even realize I am crying and when his hand comes up to cup my face, he feels them and pulls back immediately regret filling his eyes.

“Fuck, baby. What's wrong? I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” his panicked words just make me cry more, as I struggle to respond.

Shaking my head vigorously, “No, River,” I gasp. “It was just so perfect. That is exactly how my first time should have been,” I admit my heart breaking for everything we should have had.

He gives me a pained smile before kissing my lips again and pulling back, “Baby, that is the only first time that matters,” he whispers against my lips before adding, “for both of us.”

I am immediately on high alert thinking about who else he has been with and wondering if making them bleed is over the top as I ask, “Who was your first time?”

He rolls his eyes, “No one relevant, trust me,” he says before taking in my expression. “And no, you can’t stab them with your pretty blade,” he adds with a teasing glint in his eye.

He pulls out of me slowly and I wince slightly. He didn’t hurt me, but it’s been three years since that night, so I might as well have still been a virgin. He looks down between our bodies again and curses.

“What?” I ask panicking but he just bites his fist with a groan.

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