Page 66 of Revenge of a Queen

She moves again and I can tell the moment she wakes up, the relaxation of her body melting away. I feel her try to turn around so I loosen my arms enough that she can roll over until she is facing me. She stares up at me and I can see the numerous questions swirling behind her eyes.

"Hey," she whispers, like she doesn't know what else to say. It fucking kills me to hear the uncertainty in her voice. What is she thinking?

"Hi, baby," my voice is quiet but steady as I plead with my eyes for her to not overthink anything, to not worry about what she did last night, to know that I love every part of her, including the darkest parts.

"Did you sleep?" She sounds like she’s wishing I did, but I can't lie to her. I shake my head indicating and she frowns as she squeezes her eyes shut with a sigh.

I can't bear it. I uncurl my arms from around her and cup her cheeks, causing her to open her eyes, "I couldn't sleep because no dream would have been better than my reality, my girl safe and asleep in my arms," I watch her take in my words and feel the blush color her cheeks. The heat of it searing into my palms making me smile and lick my lips.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," I tease.

"I'm not embarrassed," she snaps.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing? You only blush when you are embarrassed, horny, or angry and I don't think you're angry. So, which is it little King?"

She leans in to kiss my cheek, her lips grazing across my jaw until she reaches my ear, "Maybe I'm horny," she murmurs, and I growl.

"Don't play games you can't win, baby," I grit out as her tongue licks my ear.

She pulls back and looks up at me through her lashes, "And who says I can't win?" She lifts her leg and wraps it around me, using the momentum to push me onto my back. She swings her leg across me until she straddles me. She looks down, her hair falling on either side of her face, the strap of her top slipping off her shoulder, she looks like a fucking goddess. My fucking goddess. Mine.

She is only wearing a long, baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties. I can already see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. She smiles at me coyly, before she rocks her hips against me, causing my half erect dick to stand to attention fully. When she feels my thick length against her she grins and rubs against it gently. There are two layers separating us, but I can still feel her heat burning through them. Fuck, I need her.

I reach up and kiss her, letting my tongue caress hers in perfect synchronization until we are practically fucking each others’ mouths. She continues to grind against my dick and moans into my mouth when she hits a certain spot.

I reach out and grip her hips tightly to pause her movements. "If you wanna ride my dick, baby, then I am gonna need you to do it without the barriers," I growl and she laughs, the sound of it hitting me like a fucking drug. I want more of that, more of her lighthearted fun side, more of her fucking laughs, and definitely more of her moans. She is an addiction of the very best kind.

I slide my hands beneath her shirt and relish in the goose bumps that cover her skin at my touch. I move until I can cup both her breasts and her nipples harden further. I pinch them both and then roll them around in my fingertips and she gasps, arching into my touch. It's exactly what I am looking for, but I need more. I slide my hands back down and she groans in protest while I laugh.

I reach her panties and grip, "I hope you aren't attached to these," I murmur before tightening them within my fingers and pulling until they rip. She startles slightly before giving me a sinful smile. I slide my hands back across her thighs until my thumbs can tease her lips, lips that are already dripping and I grit my teeth when I feel how wet she already is. I slide my thumb up and down her, teasing her until she begins to arch into my touch again, begging for more. More of which I am willing to give her. I move my grip back to her waist and she fumes at me.

"River," her tone is pleading, only fueling my addiction to her.

I pull her up by her waist, so she is on her knees on either side of me and use her distance to allow myself to slip my shorts down and free my hard aching cock. She looks down at it and licks her lips and I feel myself throb. I need her on my cock now! I shove my shorts down my legs until I can kick them free and then drag her back down onto me until her heat coats my cock.

"Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked," I drag her along my length until I am covered in her, something I have never had before, and it sets off something primal inside of me. "Ready to ride me, baby?" I grit out, almost begging her.

She reaches out her hands to lean against my chest and lifts herself slightly. I waste no time in lining my cock up with her entrance. She lowers herself onto my aching cock so fucking slowly that I can't breathe. When she reaches my base she curses, "Fuck." Fuck indeed.

She rolls her hips allowing herself to adjust to me before she rises slightly and comes back down. She is trying to find a rhythm that works, and I am her willful fucking servant. I grip the sheets and let her have control, I want her to fuck me how she needs, taking what she wants from me. She leans down and kisses me hard, pushing her tongue back into my mouth and letting it dance with mine.

When she starts to slide up and down me, her wetness grips me in the most perfect way, I can't hold back anymore. I grab her hips and pick up the pace. Pounding up into her, until she is moaning loudly into my mouth. She pulls back when she can no longer kiss me through her groans. I move one of my hands until it grips the back of her neck, holding her against me, our foreheads locked against one another. She stares deep into my eyes, my fucking soul, as I fuck her relentlessly. Nothing will ever beat this feeling, the feeling of her consuming me as she rides my dick like it was made for her. Hell, it fucking was made for her, like I was made for her. She couldn't escape me now even if she tried, I would stalk to the ends of the fucking earth to find her.

"Yes, Marcus, yesssss," the only time my name on her lips sounds good. "Don't stop, right there," Like I could stop, does she not know how good she feels?

She starts to shake, and I feel her clench around me as her orgasm wracks through her body, her pussy like a vice around my cock. When I feel her coming, I can't stop my own impending orgasm and I fuck her in fast, shallow thrusts until I am flooding her with my release, "Yes, baby, I'm coming," I growl loudly, not stopping until every drop of come has been drawn from me.

Fuck. Our bodies are covered in sweat as we both struggle to catch our breath, eyes still locked on one another. I bring my hands to cup her face again and kiss her. This time slow, steady yet still as fucking sinful before pulling back. "You are so fucking perfect, baby," I whisper, nuzzling into her hair as she collapses onto my chest.

"Thank you for being here," she whispers into the night and I can't help but startle at her words as she adds in a sleepy tone, "I need you more than you know."

I curl my arms around her and drag the blanket to cover us, "I've always needed you Ells. Now that I have you, I am never letting you go."

Chapter 38

ELLE

Ifell asleep in Marcus’ arms after we had what I can only describe as the best fucking sex ever. Now, I am no expert when it comes to that scale, but I am pretty fucking sure Marcus Riviera is a ten out of ten when it comes to fucking. After what I went through, I always thought being intimate with somebody would be too hard, yet Marcus isn’t just anybody. He is the light in the dark, the guy who was always there for me until he couldn’t be. There wasn’t a day I was away where I didn’t think about him, miss him.

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