Queen

"Say it," he whispered, lowering himself back into the chair and placing a kiss on my knee. Followed by another one higher. "Where do you want my mouth?"

"On my pussy." There. It was finally out. And he grinned up at me, a dark smile.

"And then?"

"And then I want you to fuck me."

"See, our communication is getting better already."

He guided me back and pushed me down until my back was flush against the bed. He grabbed my hips, lifting me toward him and excitement floated through my skin.

He propped himself between my legs. His jeans were snug between my legs and I bit my lip as his length pressed against me. My body shuddered underneath him and he reached over past my head, his muscles flexing above me.

He grabbed a cup and lifted it to his lips, taking a sip. A drop of water hit my stomach and I winced. It was freezing. "That is cold."

He glanced down at me and took another sip. His tongue flicked out, moistening his lips and I swallowed a breath. "Do you want some?" Hmm.

Water? No.

His lips and tongue? Yes.

I simply nodded, my mouth failing to differentiate the two and he smiled in amusement. With another drink, he set the cup down and lowered himself to me. His jaw moved and I could hear the ice in his mouth crunch. He rested his forearms on either side of my head and his eyes locked onto my mouth.

His fingers dance across my face like whispers, moving stray pieces of hair from my face. His wet soft lips pressed against mine- freezing cold, but only a teasing peck. When our eyes met again, my lips parted and he accepted the invitation greedily.

Cold water and bits of ice dripped into my mouth as our lips moved against each other. A drop of water spilled past the tangle of our mouths and rolled down my cheek. His tongue was cold against mine and my body shivered as it morphed into something warm spreading through me. "Swallow, Princess," he whispered against my mouth.

I did as he said and he moved down my neck, taking my breath with him. His icy kisses were fanned away with his warm breath as he made his way down my body and when he made it between my legs, the cold was gone.

His hot breath was all I could feel as he lifted my legs over his shoulders- one after the other. He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, wrapping his arms tight around my legs. There was no escape now. "Eyes on me, Princess. Remember?" He asked. "Unless you'd prefer talking me through it."

Just for today, if you close your eyes-- answer me. And if you get tired of speaking, then just look at me.

His previous words rang through my ears. His mouth moved to my clit and he snatches a grown from my throat, burning my insides as it shoots past my lips. Licking slow and then fast, his cool tongue lashed against my sensitive skin-- basking against the warmth. My legs shook as surges of electricity fired through my nerve endings. No, talking was not going to be possible.

"Look at me, Queen," he demanded around swirls, his deep voice vibrating against my lips, creating a delicious sensation that made my head slam back against the sheets.

"Oh. God," I screamed out, eyes shut. Shit.

"God?" His voice rumbled. "Close. But it's Syn." The sting of his teeth sent a second pulse rushing through my skin. "If that's what's going to come out of those pretty lips then don't speak. I won't ask you to look at me again, Queen."

His demand pulled at my focus, making me use what little strength I did have to prop myself up onto my arms. My eyes moved to his and I saw the ferocity dancing in them as he returned a satisfied hum. He sucked my clit before pressing his tongue flat against my hood. An ache built up in the pit of my stomach, a tugging sensation pulling at my core and making my toes curl.

I was close.

He lapped at my juices, his tongue claiming every moan that escaped my mouth. Tingles gathered throughout my body and took me to the cusp of ecstasy. My head spun, my body tensing as tremors rang through me like church bells. My body was on fire, a spiritual resurrection igniting every nerve that died with me.

My blood rushed between my legs- creating a pulse that beat up to my chest and to my ears, acting as the heart I was missing. His mouth and tongue alone acted as the defibrillator, resuscitating me and then drowning me in the same second.

Everything became heightened. His every touch, groan, and moan- his scruff scratching against my inner thighs. He was all man and part beast at the moment as he relished in my taste. The sight of him alone was enough to make my head spin.

His messy hair, deep green eyes, broad shoulders, the veins flashing in his forearms as he held me in place...

There was nothing godly about him, but only he had the power to bring Heaven to me. With every lick, suck, and ache of his fingers digging into my thigh I was transported.

"Syn," I moaned out- my eyes fluttering as hot tears pricked them.

"Better, but I want more." His breath skirted across my lips as he said more and I struggled to catch my breath. Breathe in, I guided myself. And on my exhale, he pushed a finger into me, making my breath spill out into the air a half-moan. "Scream my name."

I screamed out as he pumped his finger in and out of me, the combination of his tongue and digit sending me reeling.

"My name, Princess," he said. "There are people in this hospital- our friends and some hospital staff that just refused to believe me when I said you'd come back to me. So scream- let all of the Underworld hear it. Let them hear how wrong they were."

"Syn, please," I moaned out as his finger curled in me, rubbing my sensitive spot.

"Please what?" He asked, adding his thumb to the mix and circling my clit. "Please stop? Please go faster? Please give me more?...Please let me come? Which one? Use your words."

Fuck. "All of them- I want everything!"

"Don't say such thoughtless things," he said. "Especially not to a man like me who's already trying so desperately hard to control himself." He added a second finger and the build-up in my stomach shattered into oblivion as I convulsed around his fingers.

I heard him curse. "You're fucking breathtaking."

The pad of his thumb massaged my swollen clit before his tongue replaced it and I shook under him. That all too familiar flutter collected at my center as he moved his fingers out of me and I screamed out. "Syn, I- I'm going to..." My body shook. "Shit."

"Not yet, Princess," he said, slowing his movements. "If you come around my fingers instead of my cock, I'm going to be very upset."

I heard his words. I did truly process them and I understood...but it was too late. My orgasm rippled through me and I felt myself tighten around his fingers, making him freeze. I screamed out, riding out the ones that followed and when I was done, I was breathless.

My body was weak against the bed and my skin began to heat with embarrassment. I peeked up at him through my lashes, an apology on the tip of my tongue. But he was distracted by something else.

"You're the only person I've ever met that's made me jealous of my own hand." He was enthralled, his eyes focused between my legs and I eyed him curiously, a nervous smile on my lips.

My eyes floated down to his chest where I saw something glistening and my mouth dropped open. "Is that...I'm so sorry."

An amused smile spread across his lips as he took his fingers out of me and held them up to his lips. "What for?" He licked his index finger.

"For uh..." I was distracted as his finger slid into his mouth. I couldn't remember what exactly I was sorry for as I watched him.

All I knew was that I needed him again.

I pushed myself up, the ache between my legs only intensifying my want for him as I sat on my heels. My fingers curled around his jacket and I pulled him closer. He chuckled, following my movements and when he was close enough, I placed a hand on his shoulder for support.

I leaned into his chest and licked the remnants of cum I left onto his chest. My tongue moved up to his neck and I buried my hands into his hair. I felt him tense under me as my lips glided across his neck. He was still holding back and I wanted- no needed him to stop.

"You need to-" I claimed his lips before he could continue and I could taste myself on his tongue. The sweet and slightly salty mix enveloped with the taste of him was addictive. I deepened the kiss, teasing him to follow along and he moaned against mine. "...rest."

"What I need..." I said between kisses, "Is you."

His hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him. His bare chest pressed against mine as his kisses became less tamed, less controlled. The moment his defenses dropped, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He took it off the rest of the way, still not breaking the kiss and my fingers moved to his belt buckle.

The fuck?

I struggled with the latch, getting frustrated by the second and Syn laughed against my lips. "Why is this so hard?" I broke our kiss, holding back a smile as I looked down at his jeans. I could see the outline of his length and my core clenched in anticipation.

"Like this." He showed me, unclicking the latch in a single motion before tossing aside the belt and unbuttoning his pants. "For next time."

"I'll leave it to you." I sat back, wrapping my arms around my knees. "I like watching you undress."

He smiled and rolled his eyes at me. He looked down, his disheveled hair following his movement as he stepped out of his jeans. When all he had left on was black briefs, my eyes fell on his thick print and he chuckled.

"Where do you want me?" He asked.

I blinked a few times, my throat going dry. He was always big but it had been a while. "Inside me."

A slow grin spread across his face as he watched me and I raised a brow. What? "Where, Princess? I was asking about where in the room. The bed won't be big enough."

Oh.

The endless possibilities. Every surface seemed like an option, but I wasn't patient enough to go there. Hmm. "It will be if you lay down."

He looked between me and the head of the bed. When he realized what I meant, he gave me a smirk and lowered his briefs. My eyes moved to his cock the moment he stood back up and my breath caught in my throat. Maybe me being on top wasn't such a good idea yet.

I second-guessed it as I took all of him in. Everything about him seemed threatening as he took a step toward me yet my body flooded with desire the moment he touched me. All thoughts reconsidering the position flew out of my head as he laid on his back and held a hand out for me.

This right here could be a damn picture.

"You look like you're the one who needs a camera," he shot back at me and my skin heated. I was staring like an idiot. "No need to be so bashful. I'm all yours."

Those words brought a smile to my face like nothing else had. This man was mine. My hand slipped into his, the ruby diamond engagement ring shining back at me. In all ways he was mine, every part of him. Every inch. Including his ridiculously big dick that God had no business blessing him with. Even if I hated him with everything in me, I knew I'd stay for it.

If the definition of dickmatized had a picture, his would be right there.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I'm just objectifying you."

"Well, would you mind objectifying me into a dildo or object of your choice?" He asked. "Whichever gets me inside you faster. I'm not sure how much longer I can sit here with you looking at me like that."

I smiled. "You just being you will be the fastest."

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