Page 82 of His Queen

I smirk. My Queen. So impatient.

I move between her parted legs, feeling the anticipation building in the air. As I run my hand along her slick folds, she gasps, her back arching with pleasure.

“Patience, my queen,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire. “Good things come to those who wait.” I lean in and kiss her soft, inviting lips, my heart racing.

Slowly, I begin to slide inside her tight, velvety channel, a low, guttural groan escaping my lips. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming my senses. I can’t help but continue kissing her, losing myself in the taste of her. Her body, so incredibly perfect, feels like a dream against mine. Every time we come together, it surpasses the last, leaving me yearning for more. The warmth of her silky skin envelops me as I slowly penetrate deeper into her, savoring every moment. “You are so beautiful,” I breathe, unable to believe she belongs to me.

In a soft, whispered voice, she replies, “I will always be yours, my king,” her legs wrapping around me, binding us closer.

She is my everything, and I would do anything for her. She is my life. I never want to leave this room. I capture her lips again and kiss her deeply. My tongue tangles with hers and I can't stop myself from moving inside her. Her body is warm and wet and fits mine perfectly. She moans as her pussy grips me.

“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire, as my queen takes all of me. I watch her body tense, her breath quickening in anticipation. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow on our entangled bodies.

“Yes, Vlad,” she moans, her voice filled with need. “Make me come. Make me yours. Fuck me hard.” Her words hang in the air, thick with desire.

“Your wish is my command,” I respond, my voice heavy with lust. I withdraw, feeling the tightness of her around me, before thrusting back into her with a primal force. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of passion.

Her body slides up the bed, and I instinctively wrap an arm around her back, pulling her closer. Every movement feels like a perfect fit, a puzzle piece coming together. The sensation of our bodies moving in sync sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Mine,” I growl, unable to contain myself. I sink my teeth into her neck, marking her as mine. The taste of her skin, a mix of salt and sweetness, only fuels my desire. I want the world to know that she belongs to me.

Raising one of her legs, I deepen our connection, craving to be even more inside her. I feel her inner muscles clench around me, a sign that she’s on the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my voice husky. “Come for me. Show me how much you enjoy being fucked by me.”

“Yes,” I gasp, overcome with desire. I lean in to kiss her once more, savoring the taste of her lips as I deepen the connection. My tongue explores her mouth, mirroring the rhythm of our bodies. Her voice fills the air, a melodic moan escaping her lips, begging for release. “Vlad,” she breathes, her plea echoing through the room. “Yes, I’m going to cum. Oh, fuck, yes.”

I encourage her, my voice a mix of urgency and admiration. “That’s it. Let go for me. You're so beautiful when you cum. Let me feel that pussy clench around me.”

Her body tenses, her fingers clutching the bedsheets as her head arches back in pure ecstasy. Waves of pleasure ripple through her, causing her inner muscles to tighten around me. I can’t resist the overwhelming urge to thrust harder, prolonging her orgasm as I hold back my own release.

Her cries fill the room, a symphony of passion and pleasure. “Vlad,” she whispers, her hand reaching out for me, “I love you.” My heart swells at her words, and I respond with equal fervor. “I love you, Rose,” I confess, finally surrendering to the intensity of our connection.

My body quakes and shudders as I give in to the release, pouring myself into her. A whispered declaration escapes my lips, claiming her as mine. She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with love and devotion. “Yes,” she affirms, her voice filled with certainty. “All yours. And you, my love, are all mine.”

I can only nod in agreement, lost in the passion that binds us together.

I look down at her and see she has tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"Nothing is wrong. It's just. You are so wonderful. Thank you."

"For what, my solnyshko?"

"For loving me. For standing by me. For helping me. For everything. I won’t ever be able to thank you enough."

"There is no need for thanks. It's my job to protect you. And my privilege as the man who loves you. I will spend every day making you happy and showing you how much you mean to me."

"I don't think I could ever have enough of you."

I roll off her and pull her into my arms. "You are everything. My light. My love. My world. I will never let anyone hurt you. We will figure out a way to get through this. It will work out. You are strong. Stronger than anyone else I have ever met."

"I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you."

"You would be. You are the strongest woman I have ever met. Your inner strength only outshone your beauty."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

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