Page 52 of Hell's Queen

He shakes his head. “Leave me alone.”

Ignoring him, I pop the finger into my mouth. Sweetness floods my mouth as I lock eyes with him.

His lips parted, hips moving a bit.

I’m straddling his hips, having my core right against his growing cock.

“Asura, please don’t tease me.”

“Eat me… and then eat me.”

“I fucked up, and you are too forgiving.”

I shake my head. “I was never okay with my emotions either, and it took me a long time to realize that I needed Khazon and Ozias as mine. I understand she passed the last time you’ve loved a human.”

He looks away.

“Whether you love me or not, you don’t deserve to die. You deserve millions of years to find what makes you happy.”

“I want it to be you, Asura. I want you. I love you, and I’m sorry it took so fucking long—” He tries to sit up but comes up short with a groan.

I bite my lip. “Even if I might do something horrible that will make everyone hate me?”

His brows furrow.

“Feed, so we can talk.”

Sighing, he licks his lips, pulling me to him. His tongue runs up my neck, making me melt in his hands. I cup the back of his head and extend my neck for him. With that, he takes my neck into his mouth, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

A gasp escapes me. The pain doesn’t last long before lust glosses over my eyes. This is normal, but for Thorne, there’s never been a time he feeds without fucking me. I want him just as much as my other guys.

His fingers grip my ass, pulling me against his cock. My clit rubs against the fabric that’s dividing us. I moan, fisting his white hair.

“Take me, Thorne,” I beg, feeling my pussy grow wetter against him.

With his newfound strength, he flips us over, settling right between my legs. His fangs retract from my skin, and then his lips capture mine.

My legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper into me. Our hands work to get each other’s clothes off, throwing them to the side. Once naked, he lowers his face between my legs. He kisses my skin, taking a moment to suck the flesh softly.

He’s always liked teasing me like this. He said once that he loved how wet I got from it.

“Thorne, please,” I beg, pushing my hips toward his mouth.

His mouth is on me without fuss, making my head drop back onto the pillow. His tongue attacks my clit, rubbing, twisting, and prodding it until I’m writhing. My hips grind into him.

“Please don’t stop,” I moan, gripping the sheets below me.

Then I feel his long tongue dip into me while still hitting my clit. It sets me off, making me arch and cry out. Liquid rushes from my pussy, drawing an exhale from me.

Thorne cleans me up before coming back up to me. I kiss him, sighing. My head is in the clouds from that orgasm, and I don’t care that I can smell myself on his lips.

“Fuck, I love you,” I mutter, about to align him with me.

But we both freeze. This is precisely how it happened last time. I said it, and he left me and broke things off. The next time I saw him was weeks later with someone else. He replaced me quickly.

He leans into me, blood-red eyes scanning my face. “I love you, too, Asura. I always have. You are mine, and I am yours.”

I swallow, my eyes tearing up. He was the first person to whom I ever admitted my feelings and hurt with rejection. Not enough to ruin me, though.

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