Smiling and sighing, she purred lazily, “Mmm, Castien… More, please?”
His hand withdrew. He sucked his fingers and groaned. “Greedy little thing.”
She made a breathy noise. Her eyes fell to his waist.
Who was he to deny a Queen?
Untying his pants, he kicked off the garment. Freedom was a relief for his aching cock, but he denied himself the pleasure of warm wetness right before him. He didn't even touch himself.
He planted his hands on each side of her, held his hips back, and studied her eyes.
The last time they had been together, she had discovered the tattoo. He was still wearing his shirt. A question hovered in his gaze.
Her forest green eyes softened. She touched his arm gently. “Take what you need, Castien. Take anything you want and everything you need.”
Desire roiled in his blood. He growled, gripped her hands, and pinned her down.
She could do anything to him. He leaned into the sharp edges of her claws. Anything at all.
The thrill of knowing he’d enjoy it lit up his heart.
He kissed the inside of her arm, her neck, the edge of her lips. Pausing, he crooned, “I want you to beg for me. Can you do that, my Queen?”
“Castien…”
This was about her. Her trembling thighs, her breathy moans, her lidded eyes. Everything he wanted was right here.
He licked her lip. “Beg. Plead. Whimper for me, my love.”
He leaned in, pressed the length of his cock against her mound.
She gasped and twisted against him, the motions testing the limits of his control. “Mmm… Castien… Cas… I need you inside me. Please. Please!”
He needed this, too.
Growling, he pulled back and thrust inside her.
“Ah! Ahh… Yes… Yes, that feels so good. More. Harder!”
Oh, his deadly Queen couldn't help herself, could she?
He slid nearly all the way out and paused. “Hmm, that doesn’t sound like begging.”
Her eyes flared. She sucked in a breath and positively whined, “Pleasefuck me harder, Castien!”
Half pleading, half demanding.
His hips rolled slowly, filling her until his pelvis ground against her clit. Her frustrated groans were adorable. “Are you sure that's what you want? I’m not convinced, my Queen.”
The only sound that came out of her mouth was a desperate moan.
It would do.
He couldn't hold back much longer, anyway.
He thrust. Hard, just as she asked. Fast, just as he knew she needed. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, and her legs pulled him in closer. Deeper. She was a tight velvet sheath around him – silky, hot, the perfect fit. His control slipped.
Good thing she was already tumbling over the edge. Her moans set his blood on fire as he followed her into ecstasy. He buried his cock inside her twitching tunnel and his head in the curve of her rose-scented neck.
