Savage Queen (The Dark Elite 3)

I try to push it back, to stave off the orgasm for as long as I can. To lie still and keep letting him eat his fill of me.

But the more I try to fight it, the stronger it becomes, until my entire body feels like it’s buzzing with a glorious energy that starts in my core. When he nips lightly at my clit, teasing it with his lips and teeth, I detonate like a bomb.

My stomach clenches and releases rhythmically as my inner walls flutter, my back arching as I twist and writhe beneath him. I’ve lost track of my promise to stay still, but I keep my fucking death grip on the headboard even as the orgasm rocks through me.

It surges through me in wave after wave, and when I manage to pry my eyes open, I see Ciro surge to his knees, peeling open his fly and shoving his pants down around his hips. He fists his cock, which is thick and hard and angry-looking, stroking it in harsh movements as he stares down at me.

“Grace!”

My name tea

rs from his lips as cum pulses from his cock, spurting over my stomach and hips in thick ropes.

He keeps pumping himself until there’s nothing left, the last bit of cum dripping down over his hand. He’s breathing hard, his gray eyes dark and a little wild as he stares down at me.

For a second, our gazes lock. I couldn’t look away if I tried in this moment, and I hope he can feel everything I am right now.

Relief.

Satisfaction.

Hope.

He lets out a low noise, releasing his still stiff cock as his gaze moves down my body. His eyelids droop, and he reaches out to run his finger through the cum on my lower belly. He smears it over my skin, like he’s trying to embed it in my cells, trying to make sure the mark he left on me stays there forever.

Another low sound rumbles in his chest, and he coats his fingers in his cum before dragging them down to my swollen pussy. When he sinks two fingers inside of me, my mouth drops open and I clench hard around him. His thumb barely presses on my clit as he fucks me with his cum-slicked fingers, and another orgasm ripples through me.

It’s not as strong as my first one, but it feels deeper somehow. My inner walls tighten around him, and he drags his lower lip slowly between his teeth as he watches me tense and then relax.

I feel like I might melt into the mattress, I’m so sated and exhausted. But when Ciro withdraws his fingers from my pussy and brings them to my lips, my eyes fly wide open, and I slavishly lap up every last drop of his cum, swirling my tongue around his fingertips as my lips close around them.

His pupils dilate, making his eyes appear almost black in the dim light. When I release his fingers from my mouth, he drags the back of his knuckles down the curve of my cheek, looking down at me with something so much like love in his eyes that it makes my heart flutter.

Slowly, he leans over me, bracing one hand on the mattress as his other hand slides up my arm. With deliberate care, he unwraps my fingers from where they still grip the headboard, releasing me from my self-imposed stillness.

I can’t help it.

I can’t hold back.

Accepting his implicit permission to move, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down toward me. He doesn’t resist, and when I lift my head off the pillow to press my lips to his, he kisses me back. Soft and warm and deep.

His body hovers over mine, his chest brushing against my breasts. I taste myself on his tongue, and I wonder if he tastes his essence on mine.

I fucking hope so.

We kiss for a long time, and even though I can feel Ciro get fully hard again, his cock pressing against my stomach, he doesn’t take it any further.

But when he finally breaks our kiss and settles onto the mattress beside me, he pulls me close against him, wrapping me in his embrace. I nestle closer to him, breathing in his scent and reveling in the feeling of his large body cradling mine.

Whether it’s sane or not, I’m not afraid of this man.

In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so safe.

10

Grace

I wake up slowly, emerging from the first good dream I’ve had in weeks.