Page 31 of Hell's Queen

“Fuck,” he says heavily, cock twitching against my hip. He’s… big, almost like a hellhound.

I push the book aside and straddle him. His cock is pressed against my core, making my head spin.

He cups my cheek. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve always been sure about the people I love.”

He blinks, and I clamp my mouth shut. “You love me?”

“I do. I always did, but I loved Khazon, too.”

“I know.” His eyes drop to my lips. His hand runs up my side, creating goosebumps in its wake. “I’ve touched myself to you… a lot.”

My throat runs dry as his ringed thumb runs across my bare nipple under my shirt. It peaks from the sensation, making me arch my back.

“Fuck.”

I reach down, taking off my shirt. I have no bra on, not carrying if my breasts sag. Ozias doesn’t mind, dipping his head to lick one.

My head drops back as a sigh escapes my lips.

His tongue swirls and flicks the rosebud until my hips grind against him. “Oz, I can’t wait anymore.” My thighs are quaking with anticipation, and my breath is laboring. My eyes move to the door. “Is Lucifer gone?”

He nods. Then it is just my men in the house. I reach down and pull his shirt off. His pecs press against my chest as he runs his hand up my spine, and he captures my lips again.

I pull back, hands running down his chest and dropping to his crotch. We meet eyes as I stand, taking off my pants. He kicks off his boots, undoing his belt. Ozias looks so good doing that that I stop and watch. He stands, towering over me. As soon as his pants drop, my jaw goes with it. His cock is huge, thick, and veiny. It throbs, needing a release. He sits back down, reaching forward to pull on my hips. Slowly, I straddle him. He pulls the blanket around us, settling beneath me.

I’m dripping wet, and I know he feels it right on his cock, but he leans forward and drips spit from his mouth. His dark eyes never leave mine as the spit hits his cock, rubbing and spreading the saliva on it.

A gasp catches in my throat. His spit and some of my juices coat his whole cock. I can’t wait anymore. My entire body is shaking like it’s freezing. I lift myself, and he angles his tip at my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself. My eyes flutter closed as slight pain fills me.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he says huskily.

“Thanks, ass,” I said with a laugh.

When I open my eyes, he’s smiling at me. I lower myself until he’s all the way inside of me. We cease our movements, breathing heavily.

“Oh, fuck.” I bite my lip, letting my body get used to the pain. Once it is gone, I roll my hips, and pleasure fills me.

“Go ahead, baby.”

I use the back of the couch to pick myself up and drop down. Ecstasy rushes through me, making me gasp. Fuck, maybe I should have told him sooner I loved him.

His hands run up my spine, and one settles into my hair. He grips my hair lightly, thrusting a bit when our hips meet.

“You feel so”—he inhales sharply—“fucking good, my queen.”

I lift one hand to his face as his head drops back. “Fuck, Ozias.”

He straightens, taking my lips. “Say my name, Asura.”

My legs bounce harder, his tip hitting my quivering walls. “Ozias.”

Moaning, he begins moving with me, driving deeper into me. His breathing labors. We move as one, sweat coating our bodies as we press so close together. He holds onto my back, fingers digging in. “Slow down, or I will come.”

I don’t listen, bouncing faster, and he doesn’t stop me. “Oh, fuck,” I cry.

He bounces me hard. “Right there, baby.”

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