Queen

"Then what do you see..."

I took a deep breath, holding his maddeningly enchanting gaze. "Turn around," I requested, my heart thundering against my chest. I did not doubt that he could hear every beat, but I stood tall- the things I had to say to him needed to seep through his stubborn ass head. He wouldn't take me seriously if I wavered under his eyes. Sure, he'd humor me...maybe kiss and fuck me into believing I had eradicated all doubts and worries from his mind- but it was just an act.

And he was damn good at it.

"Why?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. The corner of his lips curled up into a smile as he looked down at me, but his eyes told a different story.

"Just do it," I insisted, gently pushing his forearms away from my waist. He scrunched his brows, a mix of confusion and determination swirling in his eyes. He opened his mouth, words failing to come out as he looked at my pleading expression. He sighed, dropping his arms from my body yet not quite giving in.

"Syn, you've spent hours staring at my naked body. I remember multiple instances where you'd get upset if I even tried to cover myself or stop you from seeing something I wasn't exactly...confident about," I said, flashes of memories running through my mind. "You'd lose your mind-"

"That's because you're beautiful," he said. "And I don't appreciate being denied looking at beautiful things. Especially when they belong to me."

I nodded. "So we're on the same page."

"Right." He gave me a single nod in return.

"So turn around."

"What?"

"Turn. Around," I repeated.

He crossed his arms in defiance, letting out a laugh and tilting his head to the side. I swallowed a breath as the drops of water dripped down his broad shoulders, down his sculpted chest...past his abs- immediately my eyes moved back to his before I followed the water down to the large presence looming between the both of us.

"Why don't you turn around, Princess?" He teased, his thumb rubbing his bottom lip. I was met with a knowing smile that I didn't return as I crossed my arms. "I promise you that you'll enjoy it a lot more than whatever it is you're trying to do to me."

"Syn," I spoke softly. "You have demanded every centimeter of my body- to touch, look at, kiss, and a million other ungodly things I've never denied you. You've seen everything even when I didn't want you to."

He sighed, running a hand through his wet thick hair.

"I'm not asking you to do any of that. I just want you to give me an ounce of that trust you claim to have in me. Just for a minute, please," I continued. "You asked me what I see, and I plan on answering."

The deflated look in his eyes gave into my will before his body did. But after a few moments, he did as I asked. "You have thirty damn seconds, Queen. When your time is up, I'm turning around and fucking you against that cold ass wall behind you."

My center ached at his words, the reminder of him in me less than an hour ago in my mind. Focus. I let out a slow breath, my eyes trailing down Syn's neck, to his bare back.

I always believed that every scar painted on a person's body was a story waiting to be told. I had a few myself and I could tell a dozen stories of clumsiness and stupidity. Syn's, however, were far different than mine. If each of mine were a short story, his were a fucking Bible- each testament and chapter drawn out and agonizing, teaching brutal lessons that demanded everyone's attention.

Some scars were lighter than others, thin white lines stretching from every which way like blades of grass. My heart tugged at those faint lines, I knew they cut deep when they were fresh but the fact that I could hardly see them now meant only one thing: he was young.

The others were brutal. Looking at them forced you to wonder how they were created and that rabbit hole was a dark one that I knew would send me spiraling if I ever found out. There was one thick jagged scar in particular that stretched from his left side above his hip, all the way to the top of his right shoulder. It didn't look like the others. The others were smooth. No doubt from a whip or knife of some sort. But the way this one curved and swirled, contorting into some incoherent line on his back made anger flare in me. Someone tried to mark him. If you looked long enough it began to look like a cursive signature carved into his back.

I reached out to touch it and Syn tensed. I paused, silently asking for permission before slowly moving my fingers along the scar. "I see," I began. "Your secrets. Your body tells me a lifetime of pain that I know you'll never open up to me about. But they remind me how strong you are..." I placed my palms against his back, placing a kiss on the scar. I felt him shudder under my lips and I smiled softly. "...that you're a survivor and I love you more each day that you choose to stay here with me and not give into the pain and memories that these hold. I know it still haunts you. You may not tell me...but I know."

"Don't place greater importance on them than they deserve," he gritted out. "They're nothing but imperfections and a reminder of what happens when I let myself get weak—"

"They are not imperfections, because you are perfect Syn."

"To you."

"To me," I said. "And whose opinion is the only one you care about when it comes to them? Be honest."

He stayed silent for a moment, not answering my question just yet. I knew the answer, and he knew it as soon as I asked. But deep down as I kissed another one, I knew he wouldn't give me an answer. It would force him to— "Yours."

I froze for a moment, shocked by his admission before pushing it away and swallowing a breath. "Exactly. If my opinion is the only opinion that matters, then why can't you just trust me? They are not imperfections and they are not reflections of any weakness. If anything, they should remind you of your strength. Because after every single one, you stood up and pushed forward. As you always do, and you will continue to do, Syn."

I heard him suck in a breath and I smiled. "Should I move on to the next thing I see?"

He turned back around to face me, and our eyes met. His remained unyielding, but I could see the passion in them- the strain in his armor as he tried to fight my words in his head. Thankfully, I was winning.

"Please do."

"Okay," I whispered, sucking in a smooth breath and letting my eyes travel. I continued with his eyes, the faint scar across his brow- its origin remaining unknown like the rest of them- his lips, neck, arms, chest- everything. I decided that after today there wouldn't be a part of him that he didn't know I adored.

He remained silent the entire time, only letting out groans when my hands touched a different part of his body.

I let my fingers glide over his strong thigh slowly, passing his muscular torso and he sucked in a sharp breath. He was tense. His body remained a statue from beginning to end and I smiled, feeling the familiar waves of his control rolling off of him.

He'd been holding himself together since I started, but I had a feeling that he was close to unraveling. I just needed to outlast him.

I glanced at him, making sure he was still looking at me before standing on the top of my toes and kissing his collarbone. Immediately, his hand wrapped around my waist to provide me some balance and I shook my head. I held back a smile as I licked my lips and pushed his hand away.

"Queen—,"

"Shh, I'm not done."

"Where else could you possibly need to look at? I've let you have free rein over me for the past fifteen minutes. Let me touch you."

"No." I shook my head, pressing my lips against his chest and repeating the kiss on another area a few inches below. When I reached the happy trail along his naval, he reached for the back of my neck, forcing my eyes up to his.

"What do you mean, no?" He asked, raising a brow. "I wasn't asking permission, I was being courteous."

I pushed his hand, moving my neck from his grasp before shaking my head. "I swear I'm going to get my handcuffs if you don't stop."

He gaped at me, shock-riddling his features and I held back a laugh. I loved that I still had the power of surprising him.

"Why do you have handcuffs?" He questioned lowly, an icy undertone painting his deep voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Ask me later."

"Answer the que—"

I wrapped my hand around the base of his length and looked directly into his eyes. I watched his eyes fight to get back on topic despite my touch, but his tongue ultimately failed him and he pressed his lips into a thin line when my hand began to move.

"Later," I promised him, slowly lowering myself to my knees. His eyes followed me and I kissed his thigh before biting my lip and bringing my focus to his hard cock. I could feel him pulsing under my fingers and I ignored the heat crawling up within me. I wanted to focus on him and him only, God knows it's what he always did with me.

"And this." I peeked up at him through my lashes. "Last but not least," I said. "You know before we met...I thought about you once."

"Did you?" He said breathlessly.

"Mhm." I hummed, slowly pumping him in my hand.

"What did you think about?" He cleared his throat to cover up a deep groan.

I smiled. "I was at a girlfriend's birthday party in Heaven and we weren't allowed to drink of course, but she landed her hands on a bottle of vodka. None of us were going to drink it, but she was...persuasive. We all got a little tipsy and our conversation shifted to you."

"Oh?"

I brought him to my lips, letting out a small breath before swirling my tongue around his tip. I took his thick head into my mouth, tasting the evidence of his arousal before taking him out with a pop of my lips.

I nodded with a smile, still working my wet hand. "One of the girls was thinking out loud and she asked us if we had ever wondered how big it was." I heard a strained laugh emerge from him and I shook my head in amusement. "We were bored and you were all over the news. You were all anybody up there could think about. Granted, it wasn't in the same fashion we were thinking about you...but still. You were scary- maybe terrifying even but we—"

"No," he said gruffly. "Not we. I don't give a fuck about them. What were you thinking?"

I bit my lip, a wave of embarrassment and a tinge of shame heating my cheeks. "Well," I began, "I was shocked that she'd even ask a question like that...I stayed quiet while everyone discussed it...fascinating guesses from them, by the way—"

"What did you think, Princess?"

I grazed my teeth against my lip before looking up at him. "Mm, I knew you had to be well-endowed the way so many women threw themselves at you. That wasn't a question in my mind, and I wasn't wrong..." I licked my lips, glancing at his dick in my fist. "And then I didn't know if it was the alcohol or my wild imagination, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I got home.

"I remember laying in bed, staring at the ceiling with those thoughts in my mind. And I wondered how you kissed; if your mouth demanded the same dominance that you seemed to radiate...or if it was soft and hypnotizing, slowly drawing whoever it was into the darkness with you."

"And you know the answer now," he said. "Which is it?"

"Both. And more," I answered. "I also started to think about how you fucked; whether it was slow and passionate...or rough and unrelenting as your reputation had preceded."

"What's your answer now?"

"Both, and more," I said once again. "I thought about how your touch. How your mouth would feel on me...how your lips and tongue would move between my legs- how you would feel between my legs; how you would feel inside me..."

He looked up at the ceiling of the shower, letting out a deep groan at my words. I took him into my mouth again, letting him fill me until I felt him at the back of my throat. I bobbed my head, slowly sucking his length and moving my hand in tangent. My throat relaxed with each passing sound he made and I moaned, making him hiss before wrapping a hand into my hair. "Fuck, Queen," he growled, shutting his eyes right before letting them connect with mine. "I know you...so I know— shit, that this story isn't over. Tell me what you did."

I pulled him out of my mouth, watching the line of saliva break before looking up at him with watery eyes. "I touched myself...thinking about you."

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