Page 14 of His Kidnapped Queen
“Luca,” I breathe, and he turns me around to face him, his green eyes boring into mine.
“Sophia,” he groans, kissing me hard, his teeth nearly clashing with mine, tongue exploring my mouth.
“Fuck me,” I say, and I want it to be a demand, but it comes out like a plea.
“Are you telling me what to do, little pixie?”
There’s an almost warning in his voice, and it makes me shudder.
“I’m begging,” I finally admit, unzipping my dress. He doesn’t waste time, helping me get it off my shoulders.
It pools on the ground as he strikes, biting and licking my throat as his hands make short work of my bra. He pulls it off me, cupping my breasts one by one, his mouth on my peaked nipples.
I’m soaking wet, can feel it dripping down my thighs, and I moan, placing his hand between my legs.
I know I’m hot and slick beneath his palm and there’s an element of surprise in his green eyes when he looks down at me.
“I want it. Want you,” I plead, desperate now, wanting him closer, wanting him inside me.
“Fuck,” Luca curses, his eyes darting down to my heaving breasts, my spread legs.
He moves his hand away only to grab my hips, all but throwing me on my bed.
I bounce, giggling, and he grins down at me.
My fingers have already unbuttoned half his shirt and he finishes the rest, taking it off and revealing a six-pack, hair trailing down beneath his bellybutton into his waistband.
I can see his erection, long and thick, tucked to the side. I reach up to touch him there, cup him, and his hips twitch as he thrusts into my hand slightly.
“Sophia,” he says in a breathy voice, but there’s a warning to it nonetheless.
“Yeah?” I ask, my own voice strained as I unbutton his slacks. I draw down his pants and boxers and his erection bounces free up against his stomach.
I’ve never thought of penises as particularly attractive, but this one’spretty, curved and veiny in all the right ways.
My mouth waters as I stare at it, wrapping one hand around his base.
“Sophia,fuck,”he almost growls, taking my wrist and moving my hand off him. “Be patient, pixie.”
I whine but fall back onto the bed, panting as he steps out of the rest of his clothes.
“Usually I’d make you beg, pixie. Usually I’d eat that pretty pink pussy until you were crying for it.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“But now, the way you’re already desperate for cock,” he says in a mild tone, smirking. “Think I might just give it to you.”
“Please,” I plead, all dignity lost. It’s been so long and he’s so hot and it’s only for tonight.
He wraps a hand around his base and guides into me, and I swear I see stars when he bottoms out.
“Big,” I slur, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him deeper as he groans deep in his chest.
“So damn tight for me.” He grits his teeth, jaw clenched as he thrusts inside of me.
I throw back my head, losing myself in the moment.
I don’t think about my promotion. I don’t think about anything but how he feels inside me.
