Page 13 of Scorned Queen

My hands land on his shoulders, and he catches a strand of my hair and twines it around his fingers, tugging lightly.“Come here.”

That’s the definition of power.To command me with a single strand of my own hair around his finger.It’s so very hot.I’m hot.I’m melting right here, on top of him.I ease forward, closer to the man who destroys me with a word and touch, sensations swirling in my belly, my nipples tight.“You’ve always been bossy.”

“And you’ve always loved to play with my toys.”

I laugh, and I love that I can be naked and aroused and still laugh with Damion.“Nothing has changed, I guess—”

I barely get the words out and he’s drinking me in again, kissing me with long, sensual strokes of his tongue before he murmurs, “I’ve needed to be inside you again for a lifetime it seems.”

I wet my lips and say, “Yes.Please.”

“Hmmm.I like that word—please.I’m going to make you say it again and often.”

He catches my waist and anchors me, while I reach for his cock and guide his erection where we both need him to be, pushing him against me, past the slick heat of my sex.He is big and hard, and he presses into me, deep, then deeper, the look on his face pure male satisfaction.I pant and take all of him, sliding down the hard length of him, taking every inch of him, and it feels oh, so good.

Hefeels so good.

My hands are back on his impressive shoulders, and our gazes collide, and I can only describe what we share as raw hunger and emotion.And for a moment or ten, I have no idea, we just stare at each other, but all of our past is there with us, all that has been and might be in the future.It’s complicated, and right as it is wrong.Because this little time out we’re sharing has nothing to do with sex, and yet everything to do with why we want each other to the point of addiction.

He reaches up and teases my nipples, sensations rocking through my body, clenching my sex, and my fingers dive roughly into his hair.

I don’t know how those small acts unleash the wild in us, but they do.Our hunger for one another erupts and suddenly we are kissing, swaying, touching each other.My body is hypersensitive to everything he does, and I have no reserve.I ride him, rock against him, while he kisses me, fucks me, and just plain drives me wild.I am so very close to orgasm, the best kind of orgasm, with him inside me.I want it.I press into reaching for it, but I also don’t want this to end.

Somehow his mouth ends up on my nipple, sucking as I sway against him, and that’s all she wrote.I gasp and hold onto him while my body stiffens and then shatters.It is the most intense orgasm of my life.Damion groans, wraps his arms around me, and pulls me against his cock with a hard thrust.And then he’s right there with me, his face buried in my neck as his body quakes beneath mine.

We end with him collapsed on the chair and me collapsed on top of him, for I don’t know how long, both of us breathing heavily.We just lay there, long moments passing, and I really don’t want to leave this spot.Because when we do, when reality returns, we are one giant lifetime of goodbyes.

Chapter thirteen

“Let’sgocleanup,baby,” Damion says softly, stroking my hair, and before I can respond, he’s standing and taking me with him.

Suddenly, I’m thinking about him and hisit’ll kill me when I lose youstatement, or whatever it was he said, but it told a story.He’s already decided we are temporary.A few seconds later, he deposits me on the floor of his massive, sparkling master bathroom and hands me a towel.I accept his offering, and when he reaches for another, I make my escape.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I declare, and dart around him and enter the stall, shutting the door and leaning against it.

I don’t actually pee when I probably should—the whole after sex thing—but I clean up and sit on the edge of the toilet seat.What am I doing with Damion?Why can’t I ever just walk away?Because,I think, he gives me allthe feels, and no one else ever has.And because I’ve tasted his pain and felt it, too, and I don’t really understand where it comes from but it makes me feel like he needs me.

A loud knock on the door has me jolting.“Alana?”

“Yes?”My voice trembles ridiculously in a telling way with that one single word.

“You okay in there?”

I stare down at the sparkling ring on my finger, a ring he really did pick for me, which means something.It might even mean a whole heck of a lot.I’d tried to take it off, but Damion had rejected the idea, and insisted I wear it.Because he wanted me to?Because he’s afraid I’ll walk away before he’s ready.“I just need a minute, okay?”

“Can you take it with me?”he asks softly and there is a vulnerability in his voice I’ve rarely heard in our lifetime of knowing each other.My belly clenches as I remember that he only shows that softer side of himself to me, or at least, I think he does.

I run my hand through my hair and stand up, but I’m ridiculously nervous to open the door, and I really don’t understand why.“Can you just give me a minute, please?”

“Please don’t shut me out,” he replies, and the plea that defies his cool control and confidence, is what does me in.It means something, just like the ring, and him wanting me to wear it does, too.

I open the door.

He’s standing there in long slung sweatpants, his ridiculously perfect body stretched tall, his arm resting on the doorframe above my head, his gaze probing, as he searches my face, but not for long.He drags me close, folding me into his long, lean muscle, as he declares, “I love you, woman.Youhave to know that.You have to feel it.”

I don’t doubt this to be true.I’ve never doubted we love each other.There are few people who endure a lifetime of drifting apart and coming back together as we have, but—there are so many buts.I just don’t really know where that love falls in a sea of possibilities.My fingers curl on his chest.“I love you, too.I always have.I always will.Also, I really need a shirt or something.Please?Because I can’t be naked when you’re not, not right now.”

“I’d rather just take you back to bed.”

“We were never in the bed.”

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