Page 14 of All Hale the Queen

“Or you’d have to kill me?” I tease, and his dark brows lower over his green eyes.

“Never, Ophelia. I would never hurt a hair on your pretty head.” He lifts my chin until I’m looking up at him. “I would flay myself open before I’d let any harm come to you. Understood?”

“Yes,” I whisper, mesmerized by his dark intensity. He makes me feel both unstable and precious, like I’m in the presence of a danger that would never dare to mistreat me.

His eyes search my face before he dips his head to kiss me. It starts out slow and sensual but soon turns hungry and frantic. “Goddamn, woman. What are you doing to me?” he growls, his Irish accent seeming to get more pronounced as his arousal grows. And there’s definitely some growing going on, right against my stomach.

When Antonio kisses down the side of my neck and slides his hands up beneath my shirt, my nerves sink in, and I tilt my forehead against his shoulder. So many of the women I know have had tummy tucks and boob lifts, and they look decades younger, but I’ve never had any work done.

“I don’t have the body of a twenty-year-old,” I admit quietly against his bare, hot flesh, and he lifts his head, a look of consternation creasing his brow.

“Well I hope to fuck you don’t. I’m looking to fuck a woman, love, not a girl.”

His words warm something inside me, but I feel the need to clarify. “I just mean, I have… flaws. I keep myself fit, but I’m definitely not perfect.”

He takes my hands and runs them over his scars. “Then I guess we’re even.” Gripping my right hand, he drags it down to his crotch. “Feel how turned on you have me, Ophelia? You’re so fucking sexy.”

I grip him and swallow hard.Dear god.The man is enormous, and I hope to hell he knows what to do with that thing or I might end up in the hospital.

“So are you,” I breathe as he resumes kissing my neck. The roughness of his beard contrasts beautifully with the velvety laps of his tongue against my skin. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, reaching my hand inside to stroke him through his underwear. Antonio makes a sound of approval and presses his hips forward into my palm.

“I want you to see for yourself what your body does to me,” he declares, pulling away before unceremoniously stripping down his pants and underwear, leaving him gloriously naked in front of me. I gape like I’ve never seen a naked man before becauseholy hell.Antonio Walsh is one fine specimen. “Come here, love.”

While I’m still in a naked-man daze, he takes my hand and leads me toward the spacious sitting area in the corner of my bedroom. I walk a couple steps behind him to check out his ass. Yep, just as I suspected… firm, muscular, and as biteable as a juicy peach, which is a weird thought since I’ve never had the urge to bite a man’s ass before.

Antonio sits on the couch, his erection resting against his stomach as I stand in front of him. He reaches for it and gives it one long stroke. “This is what you do to me.” I stare mesmerized as he holds it up for my viewing pleasure. His large handencircles the base “I want you to undress for me and watch my cock’s response. We’ll see if he notices any flaws.”

Somehow his request sweeps away any insecurities I may have been feeling, and my confidence returns. Grabbing the hem of my lavender top, I pull it over my head and toss it to the side. When I return my gaze to Antonio, he looks like a starving man who’s just spotted a medium rare steak.

“Goddamn, Ophelia. You have nothing to be shy about. You are exquisite.”

That only further emboldens me, and I hold eye contact with him as I unfasten my jeans. Bending to push them down, I take a deep breath and work them over my feet. When I stand in only my navy satin demi-bra with a navy lace overlay and matching panties, Antonio groans his approval.

“If you’ll notice, our little friend hasn’t lost interest at all,” he says, giving himself another long stroke. My eyes drop to his cock, and it seems to have thickened, the head flushing a deep red color.

“Littlefriend?” I question with a smirk.

He leans on the back of the couch and spreads his legs, a move so arrogant and masculine I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties. Antonio’s lips quirk up at one corner.

“Relatively speaking. Show me your tits.”

Jesus, his gruff, commanding voice makes my knees weak, and I reach behind me to unclasp the bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. My breasts hang a little lower without the support, but Antonio doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

“You are fucking perfect, darlin’. I’ll be spending some time with those beauties in my mouth later.” His gaze drops conspicuously to my panties, and I wonder if he can see the wet spot forming there. “Now let me see that pretty cunt you’re hiding behind those sweet panties.”

I’m so turned on I’m physically unable to disobey, so I do as I’m told, hooking my thumbs into the hips of my panties and sliding them down. “I had a C-section with the twins,” I say when I step out of the silky fabric.

“I can see that. Is that supposed to bother me?” He nods at his penis, and I look down to see pre-ejaculate drizzling over the crown and down the heavy shaft. “Look at my cock, love. It’s dripping for you. He thinks you’re just as gorgeous as I do because you got that scar doing the most beautiful thing a person can do.”

Biting back tears, I say, “Thank you. You make me feel beautiful.”

Antonio’s hand gathers the sticky fluid and uses it to lubricate his dick, leaving it glistening in the lamplight. “You are, Ophelia. Count yourself lucky I haven’t tackled you to the ground and fucked you right on the goddamn floor. Because that’s all I can think of right now.”

The image that brings to mind is so carnal and delicious, I let out a groan. Antonio stands and steps into my space, his dick poking against my stomach. He smiles wickedly.

“Is that what you want, darlin’? You want to be fucked on the floor like an animal?”

I’m literally about to come from his dirty mouth and his masculine scent filling my nose. “Yes,” I admit.