Queen

It was fun when I was the one teasing him. Of course, I wanted him, but I didn't think he'd really give in. I liked watching him squirm a bit and I was feeling confident.

That brazenness that had me pulling him against me, however, abandoned me the moment his defenses dropped, and a hunger I knew all too well filled his eyes.

My breath caught as his hands moved up my thigh and I trembled under his warm touch. His energy seeped into my skin-- each caress sending sparks throughout my body. And despite my sudden reservations, I wanted more. Everything I said, I meant. I wanted him and I wouldn't be satisfied until I had him everywhere. Every time I moved or sat for the next week, I wanted to be reminded of him.

He stared down at my body, his eyes filled with appreciation as he took his time. Like he did every time I was naked.

I couldn't imagine what more there was to look at. He had already seen everything.

I only realized I hadn't answered him when his fingers slipped past my panties and his knuckled grazed my pussy. The tension in my body immediately shot between my legs at his touch and I was suddenly breathless.

Tighten the fuck up.

It had been a couple of weeks, but there was no excuse for me turning into puddy under him.

"Answer me," he said, teasing me with the absence of his touch. His fingers were so close, as was he. But he held back. "How am I looking at you that's made you shy all of a sudden? You were so bold a few seconds ago."

I licked the side of my lips and stared up at the ceiling before gathering the strength to look at him. "You're looking at me like I'm going to need a safe word this time."

He laughed a bit at my words, but I was serious. A few minutes ago his eyes were so tender. Concern riddled every bit of his face and body as he considered me and my request.

All of that was gone now as he towered over me- the dim room casting shadows around him. He was just so...big. His eyes were settled between my legs, his gaze one of a wolf about to feast on its prey. It was chilling yet, arousing...

Someone as invincible and frightening as he had fallen to my temptation. I ignited a fire in the beast that only I could put out and that thought alone was electrifying. He was the one standing over me and touching me, yet I had never felt more powerful.

"No safe word needed," he said, his deep voice laced with need as he hooked his fingers into my underwear and tugged them down. I felt the trail of my wetness left on my skin from his fingers and leaned back on my elbows. I lifted my hips and he pulled them down the rest of the way before tossing them aside. "You know what to say when you want me to stop."

Stop.

I wouldn't be using it but I loved that he always assured me.

He held out his hands and I looked at them. What? "Sit up."

I placed my hands into his and he guided me until I was sitting at the edge of the hospital bed. He let go of me and took a step back, looking at me. Head to toe. I watched him curiously, taking a small note of the fact that I didn't feel like hiding as I usually did. My eyes couldn't meet his for more than a few seconds at a time, but I liked the way he looked at me.

"Do you want to take a picture for later?" I asked him, taking back his focus. "We're in the middle of something."

"Trust me. If I had a camera on me I would."

I snickered and he walked around the bed. The inside of my body suddenly became freezing and I shivered, shifting on the bed. He grabbed the chair from the other side of the bed and came around, placing it directly in front of me. "You're cold?"

I rubbed my arms. As I blew out an icy breath, I was surprised it didn't become a small white cloud. "You're not?"

"No," he shook his head as he sunk into the chair. "The heater is on." He pointed up to the vent and I felt it blow on me, it was warm.

But I was still ice cold.

"Ahh." I nodded.

"I did some research-- these past few days," he started, scooting the chair closer until his knees grazed my feet. "Succubus tend to get very cold when they haven't fed in a long time. You belong in Hell so the cold is supposed to be a helpful thing..."

That made sense, but I wasn't hungry. "I had a lot of blood though."

"Only to replenish what you lost. But even so, it won't satiate you. Blood is more so for the vampirism- the cravings. I thought it would be enough until you healed."

I thought. "Then if I don't need blood, am I always going to feel like this?"

I liked the cold but nonstop would be really tiresome.

"No." He unzipped his jacket and pushed it off his shoulder. "You feed off energy. Sexual energy to be more precise. Desire, lust, passion," his voice broke off in a whisper and his fingers circled a spot on my ankle.

Heat skated up my leg, flushing out the cold and I shuddered. It shot past my thigh, dissolving at my core and I pressed my thighs together for some relief. "How did that feel?"

I blinked. Twice, before looking back at him. He had seen all of that.

My lips pressed into a smile and I nodded. "Good."

"Good," he repeated, licking his pink lips. I suddenly wondered just how I'd feel with his mouth on me. Down there. Then how he'd feel in me-- stretching, sending that intoxicating heat through the rest of my body.

Intrusive thoughts.

"Now that you know what good feels like to you. Tell me what you want me to do."

"What?"

"You said you were horny and now I've explained part of the reason," he said. "Unless you just want me to fuck you. Then say that."

He had put me on the spot again. I noticed it was something he loved doing to me and I usually became a nervous mess. I still was; a nervous mess. How could I not be when he looked at me like that? But I was very well rested and my mind wouldn't stop listing off all the dirty ideas in my mind.

"Anything I want?" I asked.

"Anything."

"Okay." I looked up and thought for a few seconds-- wanting to test what exactly anything meant. When I looked back at him, he raised a brow and I smiled. "Let's do anal."

He looked surprised for a quick second but nodded and stood up. "I don't have lube so we have one of two options." He clapped his hands together. "I can go to the pharmacy and check if they have any. Or I can break you in and we can hope for the best."

My butthole winced at that one with me.

"The way I see it, if I go fast enough, maybe it won't hurt," he thought out loud and my mouth dropped. I wanted to be able to give him that first one day but it looked like when that day came, I'd have to take control. With lube. Because with his logic, I'd never be able to sit down again. Or use the bathroom.

An idea popped up in my head as he spoke and I put on the most serious expression I could muster. "Why do you assume I meant anal on me?"

He paused, his eyes shifting to mine. "Pardon?"

"Why can't I be the one on top?"

"It would be physically impossible for you to be on top if I'm supposed to be in your ass--"

"Your ass," I corrected him and he froze. "I'm talking about your ass."

A look of horror began to settle onto his face. "You're not serious."

I wasn't but his expression alone made the entire joke worth it.

"I'm very serious. That is what I want." He looked torn as I said that. "You told me anything."

"I..." His words failed him and he looked up at the ceiling. His Adam's apple bobbed as he blew out a breath. When he looked back at me, I saw how truly conflicted he was and I began feeling guilty. "See...I've truly been dying to try that," he began and I raised my brows. "But there's just one problem. And it's held me back."

"What is it?" I rubbed my hands together, fighting through the cold.

"I don't have one...of those."

"Of what?" I asked and he shrugged, lifting his arms. I eyed his solemn expression, putting two and two together before a full-blown laugh left my mouth. "An asshole?"

"I'm afraid not, unfortunately. But don't be too curious about it. It's an insecurity." The grin he was holding back spread across his lips as he watched me laugh. "You'll have to choose something else."

"How are you going to say that and not let me check?" I laughed and he stepped closer to me.

He took my cheeks into his hands, chuckling before peppering my face with kisses. "You'll just have to take my word for it." I beamed up at him, thankful for his hands and proximity. I was getting a bit warmer. "Now, tell me what you truly want."

At his words, my laugh died and my nervousness came back. I thought it was bad when he was in the chair, watching me. But this was worse. More intimidating yet all the more titillating.

"I want your mouth," I finally said to him. "On my..."

He leaned in, his hands moving down my face as he brought his lips down to mine. He kissed me, a sloppy and addicting one that made me weak as he whispered, "Here, Princess?" He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue dipped into my mouth and I kissed him, meeting him each time.

I became weak against him. I was in love with the way he tasted-- I was addicted to it even though a kiss wasn't what I meant.

His lips moved down my jaw to my neck and he pushed my hair over my shoulder. He sucked, nipping at the skin before dragging his tongue along it. His warm breath coated the area and he spoke again. "Did you mean here then?"

My pussy ached, calling for him-- just screaming at me for lacking the courage to say what I truly wanted. I was just too awkward when I wanted to be sexy and how was I supposed to find my voice when he was touching me...Kissing me like this.

I managed to find the will to shake my head, as good as it felt and he moved on.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he licked his way down to my breasts. Every touch, kiss, and swipe of his tongue made my head spin. The pressure was building up and it sent shockwaves of ecstasy down my body to the delicate area between my legs. It began pulsing, reaching up to my stomach and creating phantom beats throughout my body.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

It beat.

The pace only picking up as he took my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed it and I moaned as the slight pain mixed with the feel of everything else. My hand tangled into his hair, making him groan low as he moved to my other breast. The low rumble, his stubble, the heat-- it was all becoming too much. If I thought I knew exactly where I wanted him but if I was already falling apart here...there was no way.

"Princess..." he whispered against my skin.

"Hm." My mind was cloudy.

"I could kiss every inch of your body and keep asking if it's want you want. I'm fine with that." He looked up at me. "Or you can tell me what you truly meant so I can get my mouth on what I've been dying to taste." He knew. He just wanted to hear it. "Say it."

Fuck.

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