Page 83 of Tarnished Queen

I laugh. “That might make it a little hard to walk.”

Nikolai scoops me up and carries me towards the bed. “You won’t need to walk. I plan on spending a lot of time horizontal.”

“And do I get a say in any of—oh God.” Somewhere around the fourth word, Nikolai drops to his knees between my legs and presses a kiss to my throbbing center. I lose all power of speech. All I can do is moan and babble incoherently.

He opens me with his tongue and sucks at me with his full lips. His hands find my ankles and hook my heels over his shoulders.

If I’m going to be treated like this, I really will wear these shoes all the time.

Nikolai dives in. He flicks and strokes and sucks until I’m rolling my hips against his mouth, wild and desperate. Then he slides two fingers inside of me.

Immediately, it tosses me over the edge. The orgasm rages through me, hitting new highs as Nikolai curls his fingers inside of me to the pulse of my pleasure.

I’m still gasping and crying out when he slides out of me and crawls over my body, kissing his way across my skin. “That was so hot.”

“Hot for you?” I gasp. “Think about me. I’m pretty sure I caught on fire.”

I twine my fingers through his hair and bring his mouth to mine. His lips are slick with me, but I don’t mind. It feels like claiming him. That thought sends a new urge through me.

“Take your clothes off,” I beg, unbuttoning his pants with clumsy fingers as he peels off his shirt.

His body is forever a distraction to me. It’s impossible to see Nikolai shirtless without wanting to rub across his washboard abs like very dirty laundry and taste every inch of his golden skin.

But today, my interests are singular. I slide his boxers down and free his impressive erection.

“Down.” I’m not capable of more words as I push him back onto the bed and straddle him. I slide up his strong legs until he’s pressed flush against the length of me, but I don’t take him in. Instead, I slide myself up and then down the underside of him, covering him with the orgasm he just gave me.

“Tease,” he snarls deliciously. His fingers are white where they grip my knees.

I smile and cup my hands around the other side of him so he’s wrapped in me on all sides, but still notinme. Again and again I stroke him this way, working his length with my pussy and my palms until he’s panting.

“Belle,” he growls, “you’re killing me.”

I’m killing me, too. The anticipation of him—the way he’ll fill me—is almost too much to bear. My body is quivering with need.

“Good. It’s a punishment.”

I slide to the tip of him and tease him between my lips, toying with the idea of taking him inside of me before I drop back to his base. He snarls again, breathless. “For what?”

“For coming in my room when I told you not to. For seeing me in my dress before our wedding. For making me want you so badly.”

His forehead creases as I stroke him again. I can practically see him gathering his thoughts through the haze of lust.

“In case you’ve forgotten, this is my house,kiska. I can go wherever I like in my house, including your room. Second, you shouldn’t have even been in here,” he says, his fingers digging into my skin. “You should have been in my room. That’s where I went first to find you.”

I try and fail to bite back a grin. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know,” he breathes. “Third, you weren’t wearing the wedding dress when I came into the room, which is why we ended up in this situation.”

“And lastly?” I press. “What’s your excuse for making me want you so bad?”

He smiles cruelly. “I don’t have an excuse for that. I do have a solution.”

Before I can ask what that solution is, Nikolai grabs my hips and drives himself into me.

I bite my lip to stop from screaming. It’s only my palms planted against his chest that keep me from collapsing on top of him. When the initial shock passes, I start rolling my hips, riding the new fullness.

But Nikolai is done going slow. He palms my ass and grinds our bodies together until I’ve forgotten any attempt I was making at claiming control or teasing.

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