Page 139 of Tale of the Heart Queen

“Lor,” I growl.

“Yes?” She blinks up at me innocently.

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?”

She laughs, the sound churning from the bottom of her chest. It’s warm and feels like sunshine, and gods, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing.

“Surely you know better than to order me around, Aurora Prince?”

I grin. “I was hoping you’d go easy on me today.”

She laughs again and then grips the waist of my pants and tugs. I lift my hips so she can slide them off. When she’s done, she stares at my cock, and that makes me even harder.

“Is this what’s bothering you?” she asks with mock pity, and I let out a sound that is half laugh, half sob.

Then she puts me out of my misery and wraps a hand around the base before she closes her warm, wet mouth over the tip and sucks.

“Fuck,” I gasp. She takes me deeper, swallowing more of me. I’m not going to last. Her cheeks hollow out, and she slides up, her hand pumping me at the same time.

“Better?” she asks after she releases me with a pop.

“Better,” I grit out as my hand slides into her hair. This time, I will be touching her. “You always look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

She grins and resumes her movements, drawing me deep as I shiver with each sweep of her tongue and the heat of her lips. My hips move, thrusting upwards into her mouth, sliding down her throat as my vision blurs and my fist tightens into her hair.

Her hands find my waist, and she grips it as she lets me take over, guiding her where I want. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, thrusting over and over. “That’s my girl. Take all of me.” And then I feel myself thicken before I come, spilling into her mouth.

She swallows me down and then slides off before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Hotter?” she asks, and I laugh.

“Fuck yes, Lor. Every single time is hotter.”

She smiles, and then I pull her up so she straddles my lap. My hand slips between us, and she’s so warm and wet that I nearly come again. My middle finger slips into her as she whimpers, my thumb teasing her clit while her hips writhe against me, making my cock hard all over again.

I flip her over onto the bed, and she lets out a delighted scream. Starting with her ankles, I kiss my way up her body, inhaling that smoky scent of roses and lightning.

When I finally reach her mouth, I consume her. My kiss is every promise I’ve offered and the heart that I’ve given to her body and soul. As we kiss, I nudge my hips between her thighs. Using my knee, I push her leg up, and then I position myself at her entrance, sliding into her hot, tight pussy as we both moan.

She feels like an endless cycle of want and need. Desire and friction coming together with the most exquisite bliss in our little corner of heaven. My hips thrust into her as my thumb circles her clit, my movements slow but forceful.

“Nadir,” she gasps as she clings to my shoulders. Our eyes meet as I pump into her, the walls of her wet heat fluttering around me. I lean down to suck on her neck as I slowly bring her to the edge. Our magic rises, filtering out and twinning together. Gods, will it be like this every time? Every moment with her is magic.

I can feel her melting, and I want to make her fall apart. I want nothing more than to be the one who makes her cheeks flush and be responsible for those heady sounds every single day.

She cries out, her back arching as she comes around my cock, tightening with the most mind-numbing pressure. I continue moving, chasing another release, and then I spill into her again as our bodies roll together like the tides under a waning moon.

I kiss her again, and I could do this until the sun rises. I could kiss her forever. Until the stars burn out and the world turns to ash.

I just hope that day doesn’t come anytime soon.

And if it does, that we’re still around to see it because as long as I have her, it will all be worth it.

CHAPTER 49

GABRIEL

Atlas’s capture does nothing to quell the chaos churning through Aphelion. I’d hoped it would simmer some of the boiling tempers, but all it’s done is stoke the fires.

I suppose I was being too optimistic. Or rather, naive.